k-k-k-kegger.
word up foxes and cats, this is jam master z coming to you live at 1245 from the room of hip hop that never stiz-ops.
well, now that i got that over with, holy fucking shit. the next two days are going ot be the two best days of summer vacation, and i'm completely fucking stoked out of my motherfucking mind.
alright, well, today i went driving with my dad. he had to run errands for my mom, so i chauffered him around. we went to queens and back, and weaved to all these random places, so i got two good hours of driving in. i sped like fucking crazy, first time i've hit 60 and it felt fucking good. eventually i got home, showered, and went to work. i cashier trained today, i believe i'm gonna be a permanent cashier, which would be way cooler than being a leveler/cart guy/stock guy/recycling guy/trash guy. after work i came home, tried to convince bergman's mom to let him come to belgium with me, but she won, she won. i ate dinner, and hung around for a bit. i then remembered i told robbie i'd call him, so i did, i went over, he showed me this killer pong table that he got cut today. it's like a 4x8 of wood, and it's silky fucking smooth, amazing. it's all set up on stools so it's the perfect height and perfect length, wow. so me/darren/lenny/robbie/parat/spencer/tommy chilled for a bit and discussed the plans of the next two days. i'd share, but as of now, it's kinda on the down low, you know how that shit goes. tommy got picked up, then lenny, darren, and spencer did, so me, robbie, and parat just listened to parat play guitar for a while. we talked and what not, then cleaned up a bit, then went keg bucket hunting and were quite unsuccessful. we did however find perfect plastic jello shot cups, i'm excited.
after that we split, i went home, and here i am, and they're, well, wherever they are.
i know i had something insightful to say, but i completely forgot it, oh well.
take it easy kids
ps. anyone want to venture to belgium with me for a week?
pps. this marks the first entry i haven't disguised talking about alcohol.
well, now that i got that over with, holy fucking shit. the next two days are going ot be the two best days of summer vacation, and i'm completely fucking stoked out of my motherfucking mind.
alright, well, today i went driving with my dad. he had to run errands for my mom, so i chauffered him around. we went to queens and back, and weaved to all these random places, so i got two good hours of driving in. i sped like fucking crazy, first time i've hit 60 and it felt fucking good. eventually i got home, showered, and went to work. i cashier trained today, i believe i'm gonna be a permanent cashier, which would be way cooler than being a leveler/cart guy/stock guy/recycling guy/trash guy. after work i came home, tried to convince bergman's mom to let him come to belgium with me, but she won, she won. i ate dinner, and hung around for a bit. i then remembered i told robbie i'd call him, so i did, i went over, he showed me this killer pong table that he got cut today. it's like a 4x8 of wood, and it's silky fucking smooth, amazing. it's all set up on stools so it's the perfect height and perfect length, wow. so me/darren/lenny/robbie/parat/spencer/tommy chilled for a bit and discussed the plans of the next two days. i'd share, but as of now, it's kinda on the down low, you know how that shit goes. tommy got picked up, then lenny, darren, and spencer did, so me, robbie, and parat just listened to parat play guitar for a while. we talked and what not, then cleaned up a bit, then went keg bucket hunting and were quite unsuccessful. we did however find perfect plastic jello shot cups, i'm excited.
after that we split, i went home, and here i am, and they're, well, wherever they are.
i know i had something insightful to say, but i completely forgot it, oh well.
take it easy kids
ps. anyone want to venture to belgium with me for a week?
pps. this marks the first entry i haven't disguised talking about alcohol.