I hate "laters" and talking fishes
Hey...this might be the last update for a little while. I don't wanna make you all feel bad or anything but...you know. Places to meet, people to go.
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la llama.
See? Somehow I've become more insane.
My friend Barry is sitting here wating me type like..."Moo moo cow," but that's my imagination. Manage poussen avec moi.
That was sort of French. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. You know the whole, "I'm in a band" thing? We might need some new people. Barry and I are still in it. We just need some new..other band mates.
WANTED:
ONE DRUMMER
ONE BASS PLAYER
NO GROUPIES JUST YET.
Yeah...I hate to say that but there are no groupies. But soon. Very, very, very, fery, very, not right now, soon.
- "I'S GONNA EAT YOU BOY!!!"
NO GRANDPA NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Strawberry frosted squirrel testicals- Barry
Isn't he just a little darling? Yeah. I know. Now you see why he's my friend. Sick, twisted, mother fucker. Ah yes. Swearing solves everything. Oh yeah...that's lighter fluid. Hm. Joe is a pretty pony.
- I'm Gonna Burn His Hair Off!- Barry
Yeah...he's jelous of Joe. Wow, I have horrible grammar. I stayed up until 6 this morning...damn. I shouldn't do that. I woke up at 12 as usual...but with less broken bones, and more crushed spirits. But I cured it all with a manga. Sadly...I was left at a cliff hanger and I only got to read the first book of the whole book collection thingy. (Whines for a while)
I wrote, "poo" and "poopy" along with "Joe" on my hand. I found a gel pen and...yeah.
I really need to sing. Damn. Everyone knows I can't sing good! ARG! STEPHY NO SING GOOOOOOOOOOD! NNNNOOOOOO SING!!!
Wow...I caught myself singing along to the Donna's. I need singing lessons. Arg. I can't sing at all.
Hey, if anyone wanna e-mails me...here it is. Knock your socks off.
Ryoko1301nobob@aol.com
Fun fun fun.
There's this guy here named Steven. He's tall and scary. And creepy.
Okay, I'll catch you all lata!
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la llama.
See? Somehow I've become more insane.
My friend Barry is sitting here wating me type like..."Moo moo cow," but that's my imagination. Manage poussen avec moi.
That was sort of French. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. You know the whole, "I'm in a band" thing? We might need some new people. Barry and I are still in it. We just need some new..other band mates.
WANTED:
ONE DRUMMER
ONE BASS PLAYER
NO GROUPIES JUST YET.
Yeah...I hate to say that but there are no groupies. But soon. Very, very, very, fery, very, not right now, soon.
- "I'S GONNA EAT YOU BOY!!!"
NO GRANDPA NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Strawberry frosted squirrel testicals- Barry
Isn't he just a little darling? Yeah. I know. Now you see why he's my friend. Sick, twisted, mother fucker. Ah yes. Swearing solves everything. Oh yeah...that's lighter fluid. Hm. Joe is a pretty pony.
- I'm Gonna Burn His Hair Off!- Barry
Yeah...he's jelous of Joe. Wow, I have horrible grammar. I stayed up until 6 this morning...damn. I shouldn't do that. I woke up at 12 as usual...but with less broken bones, and more crushed spirits. But I cured it all with a manga. Sadly...I was left at a cliff hanger and I only got to read the first book of the whole book collection thingy. (Whines for a while)
I wrote, "poo" and "poopy" along with "Joe" on my hand. I found a gel pen and...yeah.
I really need to sing. Damn. Everyone knows I can't sing good! ARG! STEPHY NO SING GOOOOOOOOOOD! NNNNOOOOOO SING!!!
Wow...I caught myself singing along to the Donna's. I need singing lessons. Arg. I can't sing at all.
Hey, if anyone wanna e-mails me...here it is. Knock your socks off.
Ryoko1301nobob@aol.com
Fun fun fun.
There's this guy here named Steven. He's tall and scary. And creepy.
Okay, I'll catch you all lata!