where is everyone??
so like most people i've been coming here everyday in hopes that somebody has written something for me to read, but i guess you're all too damn busy with your lives (mike, i understand that you don't have the time for me anymore, so its ok...i can let you go if you'd just let me). for me on the otherhand, its been too much for me to let go...well, not really. i'm just this bored myself. everyone can suck my nuts after i get out of the shower, because frankly i don't think anyone really deserves to put their face anywhere near there under any other condition but fresh and soapy.
dave's birthday. or actually, i should say the collaboration of dave, jordan, george, and tony's birthday's. all i have to say is it took us 2 hours and 4 alien ant farm songs before our metal choices made it onto the jukebox. i invented a new drink, called the bloody tampon, a drink made of cranberry juice, triple sec, and southern comfort...or, if you want the EXACT and LITERAL ingredients you can make it by putting water and ketchup into a shot glass, mixing with a knife, and putting a lemon/lime wedge on the glass. tastes great, less filling. dave, happy birthday.
actually, there isn't much to update. art is still impossible to watch an eagles game with. tony and mrs. ruby are still going to write a book about having a gay son. tony still should never be allowed into a restaurant owned by any race other than american or russian...("I hate the S controllers. I have normal sized hands, not those damn tiny japanese hands."- this of course being said in a japanese hibachi). mike still can't stop touching me with his sweet and buttery lips...uh...fuck. nicholl has finally started to cave under the fumes of photo chemicals, adding the bottom lip to her arsenual of crack faces. george...hehe...george.
dave's birthday. or actually, i should say the collaboration of dave, jordan, george, and tony's birthday's. all i have to say is it took us 2 hours and 4 alien ant farm songs before our metal choices made it onto the jukebox. i invented a new drink, called the bloody tampon, a drink made of cranberry juice, triple sec, and southern comfort...or, if you want the EXACT and LITERAL ingredients you can make it by putting water and ketchup into a shot glass, mixing with a knife, and putting a lemon/lime wedge on the glass. tastes great, less filling. dave, happy birthday.
actually, there isn't much to update. art is still impossible to watch an eagles game with. tony and mrs. ruby are still going to write a book about having a gay son. tony still should never be allowed into a restaurant owned by any race other than american or russian...("I hate the S controllers. I have normal sized hands, not those damn tiny japanese hands."- this of course being said in a japanese hibachi). mike still can't stop touching me with his sweet and buttery lips...uh...fuck. nicholl has finally started to cave under the fumes of photo chemicals, adding the bottom lip to her arsenual of crack faces. george...hehe...george.