California Pt. 1
My funtabulous California adventure's going to be split up into seperate parts, in part because there's alotta pictures, but mostly because i'm stealing my brother's pictures as he puts them up and then creating my own, shitty, captions. HOORAHHH!!!!
Anyway, on to the monkeyhouse.
WEDNESDAY: The terminal
My brother goes insane and decides we need to get to the airport 3 hours before our flight. You know, because of all the Wednesday night traffic.
So yeah, here we are. Look at my brother's crotch! HOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAA! Someone's excited about our plane ride!
See the problem with flying in the middle of Spring Break is that you're almost guaranteed a flight made up entirely of old fogies. Old, decrepit stinky fogies. And I was right. For the most part anyway. God, i'm assuming it was him because it was a mean mean joke, decided to put ONE attractive girl around my age on the plane. OH THE CRUEL TEASE!!!! Whenever I'm flying, going to the movies, or using the restroom, I always have the faint hope in the back of my mind that a beautiful girl will miraculously show up alone and sit next to me and then fall in love with me and my rugged chiseled good looks and then we make glorious wonder babies for ever and ever. Of course, that was not to be. She ended up in seat 5 and I was in seat 20, sandwiched between my brother and a middle eastern guy. Yay.
And to add insult to injury, God, i'm assuming it's him again, decided the in-flight movie would be The Notebook. Now, I remember hating it when I first saw it because that one girl is a dirty cheating hobag, but the second time around I wanted to hijack the plane and crash it just so the movie would end. (oooooo, unintentional controversy!) I fucking HATE that movie. If that's your idea of romance I probably hate you just a little bit. Cheating on her fiance while still wearing the RING! What a two-bit harlot.
Anyway that retarded tangent should just about finish this shitty update.
The next update will be chock-full of pictures and less crappy text.
Hopefully.
Anyway, on to the monkeyhouse.
WEDNESDAY: The terminal
My brother goes insane and decides we need to get to the airport 3 hours before our flight. You know, because of all the Wednesday night traffic.
So yeah, here we are. Look at my brother's crotch! HOOOOOOOOOOHAAAAAAAAAAAA! Someone's excited about our plane ride!
See the problem with flying in the middle of Spring Break is that you're almost guaranteed a flight made up entirely of old fogies. Old, decrepit stinky fogies. And I was right. For the most part anyway. God, i'm assuming it was him because it was a mean mean joke, decided to put ONE attractive girl around my age on the plane. OH THE CRUEL TEASE!!!! Whenever I'm flying, going to the movies, or using the restroom, I always have the faint hope in the back of my mind that a beautiful girl will miraculously show up alone and sit next to me and then fall in love with me and my rugged chiseled good looks and then we make glorious wonder babies for ever and ever. Of course, that was not to be. She ended up in seat 5 and I was in seat 20, sandwiched between my brother and a middle eastern guy. Yay.
And to add insult to injury, God, i'm assuming it's him again, decided the in-flight movie would be The Notebook. Now, I remember hating it when I first saw it because that one girl is a dirty cheating hobag, but the second time around I wanted to hijack the plane and crash it just so the movie would end. (oooooo, unintentional controversy!) I fucking HATE that movie. If that's your idea of romance I probably hate you just a little bit. Cheating on her fiance while still wearing the RING! What a two-bit harlot.
Anyway that retarded tangent should just about finish this shitty update.
The next update will be chock-full of pictures and less crappy text.
Hopefully.