Jul 06, 2005 10:47
Just as I finished my journal entry I decided to give my friend Chris a call. I felt really really stupid when I had forgotten that Fantomas were playing.
"HOLY MOTHER SKULLFUCK"
We got in the car and jetted it there excited - we were going to see FAN-TO-MAS! Can you understand?
So we get there and... Nothing. The place looked like a deserted ghost town. There are a few people lurking out of corners asking if we know where the entrance is. We group together and when we finally find some people on the inside, they tell us it's been cancelled.
Enter vulgar language here.
So we decide to go for a beer at a bar on the beach. We get a meat platter to go with the beer, it seemed to be an ideal way to chill out, but ofcourse fate would have it's way and ruin the one good day I've had in a long time. How you ask?
A MOTHER FUCKING TOOTHACHE!
We are at the dawn of a new age, the human race has accomplished so much, and we can't fucking find a way to make teeth not rot? I mean EVER! I want fake teeth. Not dentures, but something that looks real and allows me to chew away at iron without having to worry.