Ping Pang Boom.
It was just another
The weekend technically began on friday when me and rude jude starred as mascots for the st. james football team, being twin lions as quite possibly the worst mascots in history. We spent our time on the ground pretending we were masterbating predominantly.
Then we left to arthurs, then further to the show downtown where we saw The Orchard and Murders of Rue Morgue. The Orchard was really good for their first show and Ernie had pretty good stage presence I must say. Murders of Rue Morgue was pretty much the best local young band I know. Very good. Me, Rude Jude, Arthur, Andrew Henrietta, and a bunch of scenesters did some major drunken dancing. All of this was caught on tape and will be released on the internet soon. After the show we went driving around and went to a lame party where Rude Jude almost got his ass kicked like 20 times, so we left and went to Arthurs to play MOTHERFUCKING FAR CRY. We still can't beat it, but we will, oh we will. Pretty medium day.
Saturday on the other hand was quite the opposite.
It was me and tim lazing around my house looking for something to do when 8 o clock came around and we had nothing to do. After turning down several half lame parties we decided there was only two things we needed; tats and colt 45. After a few minutes my basment was flowing with cheap liquor and girls fresh from the shower. What happened that night is still up in the air, because no one really remembers what happened that night. It had a few minor setbacks with psycho bitches and lack of cigarettes, but an orgy of mass proportions and a memorable damien rice sing along made everything worth while in the end. We all learned lessons and aquired hang overs while getting naked and strumming detuned guitars.
Just another average weekend daresay.
Much Love,
Kyle
The weekend technically began on friday when me and rude jude starred as mascots for the st. james football team, being twin lions as quite possibly the worst mascots in history. We spent our time on the ground pretending we were masterbating predominantly.
Then we left to arthurs, then further to the show downtown where we saw The Orchard and Murders of Rue Morgue. The Orchard was really good for their first show and Ernie had pretty good stage presence I must say. Murders of Rue Morgue was pretty much the best local young band I know. Very good. Me, Rude Jude, Arthur, Andrew Henrietta, and a bunch of scenesters did some major drunken dancing. All of this was caught on tape and will be released on the internet soon. After the show we went driving around and went to a lame party where Rude Jude almost got his ass kicked like 20 times, so we left and went to Arthurs to play MOTHERFUCKING FAR CRY. We still can't beat it, but we will, oh we will. Pretty medium day.
Saturday on the other hand was quite the opposite.
It was me and tim lazing around my house looking for something to do when 8 o clock came around and we had nothing to do. After turning down several half lame parties we decided there was only two things we needed; tats and colt 45. After a few minutes my basment was flowing with cheap liquor and girls fresh from the shower. What happened that night is still up in the air, because no one really remembers what happened that night. It had a few minor setbacks with psycho bitches and lack of cigarettes, but an orgy of mass proportions and a memorable damien rice sing along made everything worth while in the end. We all learned lessons and aquired hang overs while getting naked and strumming detuned guitars.
Just another average weekend daresay.
Much Love,
Kyle