Long ass entry! With pictures!
Oi. Oi. Oi.
Things have taken a dramatic turn for the better!
Friday night I asked Spanky out, and his answer was, "I would be honoured." How fucking fifteenth century is that?
I was hoping, because I had this bet with Bob that he wouldn't say yes, and if he didn't say yes I would get to punch Bob in the face with no reciprocations. Since Spanky never actually said, "yes" verbatim, I thought this still gave me the right to punch him in the face. Unfortunatley, Bob does not see things my way.
Friday night I was at work, and I was on the verge of anger/tears/worry because Spanky hadn't shown up like he promised. Bob offered the advice that he was dead on the side of the road and Jack said he was probably boning a hotter chick than me.
...
I have such great friends.
So I was setting up for a girl's night in with my fudge (THAT I MADE MYSELF) and a copy of The Autobiography of a Fat Bride when I hear BOOM! on my window!
It was Spanky and Geovanny, having walked twelve miles to my house from where their car broke down on the highway.
PICTURES!
My beautiful boyfriend.
Almost there!
Geovanny in front of my door.
Spanky in front of my door!
So that night we listened to a funny phone call, and then the next day we went out and built a snow spic! We named him panzon and gave him beer and got a guy to take a picture of all of us.
phone call!
fourteen!
i look like a jew.
awwww.
hahahhaha.
PANZON!
Panzon was dramatically killed when he was too drunk to get up when he saw a truck headed for him. The truck flattened panzon into a small, mexican pancake. He was buried the day later.
Things have taken a dramatic turn for the better!
Friday night I asked Spanky out, and his answer was, "I would be honoured." How fucking fifteenth century is that?
I was hoping, because I had this bet with Bob that he wouldn't say yes, and if he didn't say yes I would get to punch Bob in the face with no reciprocations. Since Spanky never actually said, "yes" verbatim, I thought this still gave me the right to punch him in the face. Unfortunatley, Bob does not see things my way.
Friday night I was at work, and I was on the verge of anger/tears/worry because Spanky hadn't shown up like he promised. Bob offered the advice that he was dead on the side of the road and Jack said he was probably boning a hotter chick than me.
...
I have such great friends.
So I was setting up for a girl's night in with my fudge (THAT I MADE MYSELF) and a copy of The Autobiography of a Fat Bride when I hear BOOM! on my window!
It was Spanky and Geovanny, having walked twelve miles to my house from where their car broke down on the highway.
PICTURES!
My beautiful boyfriend.
Almost there!
Geovanny in front of my door.
Spanky in front of my door!
So that night we listened to a funny phone call, and then the next day we went out and built a snow spic! We named him panzon and gave him beer and got a guy to take a picture of all of us.
phone call!
fourteen!
i look like a jew.
awwww.
hahahhaha.
PANZON!
Panzon was dramatically killed when he was too drunk to get up when he saw a truck headed for him. The truck flattened panzon into a small, mexican pancake. He was buried the day later.