We'll find out.
since i have found out that i am in chiro school ive been basically blowing off school and partying a lil. But, it was st. pats day so thats no big suprise, but what is a suprise is that on thursday i left with a friend from travesrce city, (which is no where near holland.(inside joke)) to go to kzoo to party. ive only been in kzoo once before, and i got bounced from the bar after like 10 minutes, so i was coming back to exact my revenge on the town.....well....didnt happen. We go to the first bar, and everyone can get in fine, except me, cause i have an old school license the deusche bag bouncer wouldnt let me in cause it wasnt valid according to him, duesche, so i felt like the biggest deusche ever. anyhow, the guys were cool about it and we got into the trashy bar of the town and had a BLAST! weird shit kept happening all night, and apparenlty chicks were hitting on me, but, of course, i had no idea....im an idiot. which is a good thing, cause of bobbi, so thats ok. one of the funny things that happened is that my frineds stuck their asses on this hugh window that is street level to the main city street in Kzoo, left 'lil ass grease prints on the window, i didnt do it cause the waitress was standing right there, they didnt see her, i did, she did too, but they didnt care. Anohter great thing that ahppend is some dude that i met down there just got done denying how guys always talk to him at the bar, then turned aroudn to walk away, and picked up a dude. hes not gay, but dudes flock to him, they arent gay either, i dotn know what it is, but it was great.
the aparetment was stayed at had a saltwater fish tank, it was sweet.
...anyhow, after we got back from the bar...somehow...dont remember how or even leaving or the 1/2 mile walk to our car, or the 20 minute drive home, we had a DD, dont worry. my forgetfullness if due to the 6.25 pitchers of whatever ya wanted, i had a jack and coke, long island, and then shared some blue stuff and something else with these two chicks that were hitting on me. aparently i was spitting some game or soemthing, i have no idea, prolly not, cause i dont gotta spit game, i just spit the truth. (Luda) oh wait "luda" reminds me of 2 somethings that ill talk about later, indicated by ampersand sign,(uh oh, whats an ampersand? you should know, of course, i porlly spelled it wrong.) ok back from bar, this is when i remember again, i walked into this guys aparetment, hes cool, went to his fridge, saw two and a half pounds of diced chicked, and grabbed a frying pan and just started cooking it. didnt ask, didnt say anytihg to anybody, someone just turned around and was like, "Hey Roosty? where'd ya get the chicken?" i said "fridge." he said, "Oh, ok...i think thats Doovers." Doover hears this and comes over and was like what the fuck, i just laffed. he was sorta mad, sorta faking, everyone laffed, good times. Anyhow, not only did i cook the chiken, for soem reasson i wanted rice, som other drunk friend, foudn rice and cooked that. Total damage at end of night: i ate prolly 2 pounds of chicken, 2 bowls of rice, we cooked WAY to much, plus beer that i didnt buy, what a great houseguest i am. he really didnt care, it was hillarious. for me.
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these guys also introduced me to some new medical terms, they are all pharmacy people.
FUPA - Fat Upper P_ssy area.
Used in sentence it would be something like these types of sentences that i actually hear that night: That bitch looked fine from the back, but then she turned around and she had a FUPA in full bloom.
or
That bitch had that FUPA chained down! (reffering to chick that had a chain going across middle of FUPA and cutting it in half, an apparent attempt to make it looks smaller by splitting in two, but, it didnt work with peas on your plate, and it doesnt work with FUPA's either. I think, thats my opinion, im not a fupatologist yet.
Pickwickeien - a syndrome that happens when someone is so fucking morbidly obese that it affects their breathing, due to the added weight. (seriously, its a real thing._
aka- A pick-wick.
Used in sentence that was heard that night: Shut up you pickwickeien mother fucker!
or
Hey dudes, check out the pick-wick over there.
or
SHUT UP YA FUCKING BLOODY PICK-WICK! (not really, that just sounds like how it should be used.)
i love how i didnt write out P_ssy, but i can say fucking and all that other shit.
ok, nuff about that night.
next day, that is friday, still in kzoo, skipped all my classes and didnt show up for work. oops.
got home and didnt do much, EXCEPT FOR i talked to cousin sara online and OH THE PHONE for someting in the area around oh,,,hmmmm, somwhere about 63 minutes and 56 seconds!
it was good fun, her roommate was funny, sara coulda done better. not really, both were entertaining.
Her roommate is also scared by me. i hate her now, but only in that kinda not really at all way.
today i worked at walmart, usually that would be enuff alone to fill a journal entry about, but, i dont feel like going into details, heres the highlights.
Dude that was standing out front collecting money for retarded people forgot that he brought his son with him and left the kid their for a hour by himself, well it took longer than an hour because walmart couldnt get ahold of the kids mother or father, the mother came and got him, she was a pick wick, i bet her husband got his ass beat.
i showed the guys the optical illsuion of the dragon, which can be found at www.wimp.com/dragon i think. it totally blew their minds, i think i actually hurt their brains, not that it mattters.
thats all i can remember, except taht i was thinking that the management wouldnt even notice that i ididnt show up, but htey did, but, the funny part is that whenever the manager asked me about why, only tiwce, i asked him another questions, i did tell him i was stranded in Kzoo, he didnt ask anymore questions, he just said tha ti shoulda called him buecasue he woulda came and picked me up! can ya believe that, its like 3 hours away. tried to make me feel special, like he cares,...like i care.
oh i also made up a rap!! hahahahhaahhah, ctually just one line, to get the fucking rapping cart pusher to shut up. here it is. i made fun of him in it, he doesnt know its about him, i would call it a description of him done in song form, i thought it up in like a half hour. prolly more. whatever. by the way, i refused to rap it, so i wrote it down for him, THATS how white i am.
when written like this: hey/i/know/you, say it faster, like its one word.
"Listen up all you wal-mart bitches, whose houses come equipped with hitches,....Im Sorry... i wont remember you...Hey, im sorry, but your so poor your piggy bank foreclosed/on/you, jesus man, look at the/clothes on/you. They're so holy they look like they belong to the pope, can ya have happiness with out money, i dont know, judging from you: nope."
hahahahh, i cant belive i shared that. i was proud of the, your so poor your piggy bank foreclosed on you, jesus man, look at the clothes on you. that got me excited enough to finish it. I also tried to incorporate someting like this in it, itd prolly come after the nope part. "wait a second, turn around, whats that say, "May i help you?" No you cant, lemme help you, you cant even help yourself, ill go buy some condoms off the shelf, ill give em to you, and heres some produce,eat more of this, and dont reproduce." this second part i thought was really weak, so i left it out. prolly shoulda left it outta this too. I have now joined the pathetic ranks of poor white people who think they are gonna be the next big white rapper!!!
actually that took me more like 45 minutes of wandering aorund the parking lot psuhing carts to think of taht, i prolly will never do taht ever again in my life. hopefully. by the way, he didnt even like it, he said that the bank part was ok, i dont think he understands what foreclose on you means. oh well, i was proud of that line, ill just be pissed if i ever hear someone else ever say that in a rap and claim it as their own. (unless of course thats what i just did but didnt know it.)
wow, this is a good entry, humor from top to bottom, if ya dont like this, you just dont like Jeremy Stories.
the aparetment was stayed at had a saltwater fish tank, it was sweet.
...anyhow, after we got back from the bar...somehow...dont remember how or even leaving or the 1/2 mile walk to our car, or the 20 minute drive home, we had a DD, dont worry. my forgetfullness if due to the 6.25 pitchers of whatever ya wanted, i had a jack and coke, long island, and then shared some blue stuff and something else with these two chicks that were hitting on me. aparently i was spitting some game or soemthing, i have no idea, prolly not, cause i dont gotta spit game, i just spit the truth. (Luda) oh wait "luda" reminds me of 2 somethings that ill talk about later, indicated by ampersand sign,(uh oh, whats an ampersand? you should know, of course, i porlly spelled it wrong.) ok back from bar, this is when i remember again, i walked into this guys aparetment, hes cool, went to his fridge, saw two and a half pounds of diced chicked, and grabbed a frying pan and just started cooking it. didnt ask, didnt say anytihg to anybody, someone just turned around and was like, "Hey Roosty? where'd ya get the chicken?" i said "fridge." he said, "Oh, ok...i think thats Doovers." Doover hears this and comes over and was like what the fuck, i just laffed. he was sorta mad, sorta faking, everyone laffed, good times. Anyhow, not only did i cook the chiken, for soem reasson i wanted rice, som other drunk friend, foudn rice and cooked that. Total damage at end of night: i ate prolly 2 pounds of chicken, 2 bowls of rice, we cooked WAY to much, plus beer that i didnt buy, what a great houseguest i am. he really didnt care, it was hillarious. for me.
&
these guys also introduced me to some new medical terms, they are all pharmacy people.
FUPA - Fat Upper P_ssy area.
Used in sentence it would be something like these types of sentences that i actually hear that night: That bitch looked fine from the back, but then she turned around and she had a FUPA in full bloom.
or
That bitch had that FUPA chained down! (reffering to chick that had a chain going across middle of FUPA and cutting it in half, an apparent attempt to make it looks smaller by splitting in two, but, it didnt work with peas on your plate, and it doesnt work with FUPA's either. I think, thats my opinion, im not a fupatologist yet.
Pickwickeien - a syndrome that happens when someone is so fucking morbidly obese that it affects their breathing, due to the added weight. (seriously, its a real thing._
aka- A pick-wick.
Used in sentence that was heard that night: Shut up you pickwickeien mother fucker!
or
Hey dudes, check out the pick-wick over there.
or
SHUT UP YA FUCKING BLOODY PICK-WICK! (not really, that just sounds like how it should be used.)
i love how i didnt write out P_ssy, but i can say fucking and all that other shit.
ok, nuff about that night.
next day, that is friday, still in kzoo, skipped all my classes and didnt show up for work. oops.
got home and didnt do much, EXCEPT FOR i talked to cousin sara online and OH THE PHONE for someting in the area around oh,,,hmmmm, somwhere about 63 minutes and 56 seconds!
it was good fun, her roommate was funny, sara coulda done better. not really, both were entertaining.
Her roommate is also scared by me. i hate her now, but only in that kinda not really at all way.
today i worked at walmart, usually that would be enuff alone to fill a journal entry about, but, i dont feel like going into details, heres the highlights.
Dude that was standing out front collecting money for retarded people forgot that he brought his son with him and left the kid their for a hour by himself, well it took longer than an hour because walmart couldnt get ahold of the kids mother or father, the mother came and got him, she was a pick wick, i bet her husband got his ass beat.
i showed the guys the optical illsuion of the dragon, which can be found at www.wimp.com/dragon i think. it totally blew their minds, i think i actually hurt their brains, not that it mattters.
thats all i can remember, except taht i was thinking that the management wouldnt even notice that i ididnt show up, but htey did, but, the funny part is that whenever the manager asked me about why, only tiwce, i asked him another questions, i did tell him i was stranded in Kzoo, he didnt ask anymore questions, he just said tha ti shoulda called him buecasue he woulda came and picked me up! can ya believe that, its like 3 hours away. tried to make me feel special, like he cares,...like i care.
oh i also made up a rap!! hahahahhaahhah, ctually just one line, to get the fucking rapping cart pusher to shut up. here it is. i made fun of him in it, he doesnt know its about him, i would call it a description of him done in song form, i thought it up in like a half hour. prolly more. whatever. by the way, i refused to rap it, so i wrote it down for him, THATS how white i am.
when written like this: hey/i/know/you, say it faster, like its one word.
"Listen up all you wal-mart bitches, whose houses come equipped with hitches,....Im Sorry... i wont remember you...Hey, im sorry, but your so poor your piggy bank foreclosed/on/you, jesus man, look at the/clothes on/you. They're so holy they look like they belong to the pope, can ya have happiness with out money, i dont know, judging from you: nope."
hahahahh, i cant belive i shared that. i was proud of the, your so poor your piggy bank foreclosed on you, jesus man, look at the clothes on you. that got me excited enough to finish it. I also tried to incorporate someting like this in it, itd prolly come after the nope part. "wait a second, turn around, whats that say, "May i help you?" No you cant, lemme help you, you cant even help yourself, ill go buy some condoms off the shelf, ill give em to you, and heres some produce,eat more of this, and dont reproduce." this second part i thought was really weak, so i left it out. prolly shoulda left it outta this too. I have now joined the pathetic ranks of poor white people who think they are gonna be the next big white rapper!!!
actually that took me more like 45 minutes of wandering aorund the parking lot psuhing carts to think of taht, i prolly will never do taht ever again in my life. hopefully. by the way, he didnt even like it, he said that the bank part was ok, i dont think he understands what foreclose on you means. oh well, i was proud of that line, ill just be pissed if i ever hear someone else ever say that in a rap and claim it as their own. (unless of course thats what i just did but didnt know it.)
wow, this is a good entry, humor from top to bottom, if ya dont like this, you just dont like Jeremy Stories.