I wish like fuck I could be more 'Scathing'!
Last weekend I went around to Fergus’ place and drank too much.
So did he. Evidence that he had was the thought in his brain that ‘filling up a water gun and hosing Jeremy with it would be a laugh’.
It was I guess, but it was funnier when I grabbed him, and threw him on his ass.
That’ll learn him.
Jaysus, that sounded Ghey.
Friday bled into Saturday, and then on in too Sunday, my liver soaking up the weekends delights. I gotta stop this I suspect, but its just too much fun.
I had Cheezels and chocolate ice cream for dinner on Tuesday. I have more alcohol in my fridge and freezer then I have food. I don’t have anyone around to tell me its bad, so therefore it can’t be. That must make it good.
Today I made a Pantherturm. If you know what this is without looking it up on Google, I’ll marry you if you reach the following criteria:
You ain’t male, or near to being male. (You know who you are).
You’re older then 25 and younger then 50.
You’re really quite normal, and don’t have a LJ, or any other lame ass blog.
Things I have learned in the past week:
Two lightsabers and better then one.
Its time I bought an Aussie Cricket shirt.
I only have enough patience for 60 hours of mind-numbing detail work and nobody else. (Excepting Hetzer).
The government is trying to kill the old and the infirm.
I thought I might be gay, but then I realized I hated Cher’s music, so breathed a sigh of relief. (This happens all too often though, but something always drags me back).
I’m defiantly starting to agree with someone else’s idea that voters should be quizzed before entering the booth. Proof of this is abundant, but more abundant somewhere on this site and near to you.
And finally:
Midgets can be bad too.
So did he. Evidence that he had was the thought in his brain that ‘filling up a water gun and hosing Jeremy with it would be a laugh’.
It was I guess, but it was funnier when I grabbed him, and threw him on his ass.
That’ll learn him.
Jaysus, that sounded Ghey.
Friday bled into Saturday, and then on in too Sunday, my liver soaking up the weekends delights. I gotta stop this I suspect, but its just too much fun.
I had Cheezels and chocolate ice cream for dinner on Tuesday. I have more alcohol in my fridge and freezer then I have food. I don’t have anyone around to tell me its bad, so therefore it can’t be. That must make it good.
Today I made a Pantherturm. If you know what this is without looking it up on Google, I’ll marry you if you reach the following criteria:
You ain’t male, or near to being male. (You know who you are).
You’re older then 25 and younger then 50.
You’re really quite normal, and don’t have a LJ, or any other lame ass blog.
Things I have learned in the past week:
Two lightsabers and better then one.
Its time I bought an Aussie Cricket shirt.
I only have enough patience for 60 hours of mind-numbing detail work and nobody else. (Excepting Hetzer).
The government is trying to kill the old and the infirm.
I thought I might be gay, but then I realized I hated Cher’s music, so breathed a sigh of relief. (This happens all too often though, but something always drags me back).
I’m defiantly starting to agree with someone else’s idea that voters should be quizzed before entering the booth. Proof of this is abundant, but more abundant somewhere on this site and near to you.
And finally:
Midgets can be bad too.