I have returned...
I got back from lovely Nanticoke, Pennsylvania and something tells me I would've had a great time if I weren't so antisocial. While my entire family got shitfaced, I spent my time in my cousin's basement, watching TV. Something about drunk people makes me uneasy. My brother got so drunk when he passed out, he'd occasionally forget to breathe... it was funny/scary.
So anyways, when I got home from PA, I took a quick nap, played some .hack//infection, I went to the pool hall, and shot pool with my brother. When we were done I went to the cashier, and put my money on the counter, and it got a little crumpled in my pocket. I was gettin' ready to rearrange it and the smart-ass cashier says, "What the fuck is that?" I wanted to punch that asshole in the face for being a paumpus ass and acting like he's better than me. So now I'm fuming and ready to beat down anyone who crosses me (go ahead and ask my punching bag)
Well, I'm gonna go take a shower and cool off.
Buhbye
BUKUTA!
So anyways, when I got home from PA, I took a quick nap, played some .hack//infection, I went to the pool hall, and shot pool with my brother. When we were done I went to the cashier, and put my money on the counter, and it got a little crumpled in my pocket. I was gettin' ready to rearrange it and the smart-ass cashier says, "What the fuck is that?" I wanted to punch that asshole in the face for being a paumpus ass and acting like he's better than me. So now I'm fuming and ready to beat down anyone who crosses me (go ahead and ask my punching bag)
Well, I'm gonna go take a shower and cool off.
Buhbye
BUKUTA!