Al & Callie's secret affair
Yesterday was the most majestic day of all days. No day could compare to how majestic yesterday was. Filled with pirates and fanny paks yesterday was majestic. Now some may ask, how majestic was it? I would tell them, "Many."
Tomorrow I sail with Calli3 to London for a business transaction which shall indeed end up destroying Venezuela. Soon to be known as Al & Callie's Chicken Coop. Callie currently has a safety pin in her toe. It is majestic.
So yesterday I worked at my favorite ROGERS MCDONDONDONDONALDS. squared. After the glorious oil-filled day I hit up my 'contacts.' I was told by Matt it was too dangerous to come to Owatonna yesterday night. He told me of the marching band's riots in the street, destroying everything in their paths. He said there was no escape, and that he was being held prisoner from the same band he once saw march. As I contemplated on what to do in my Ford Contour, a crow flew by. I decided their was no time to waste. I teleported to the Owatonna movie theater after battling iron man in mid-air without ice. After this majestic battle I headed on down Allen Avenue, on the prowl for the marching band. I saw them at McDonalds, so i blew it up. Then I decided to order pizza and cheesy bread.... which callie devoured being as she was being held captive by Jabbawockees, which previously I punched in the jugular vein. Then some gay guy came over and kept watching america's best dance crew because obviously no straight white guy would watch that show.
He doesn't look a thing like jesus but he talks like a gentleman like you imagine when you were young. TULUTH!
THE NEXT DAY:
Callie woke me up on accident. She was just checking her myspace pictures. Then i decided to make a livejournal in honour of those who passed on before me. Today I shall do something more majestic than yesterday. Possibly go bowling. Possibly get matt a job. Possibly dance to 90s music. Possibly clean this house. Possibly steal gravy. LET'S DO IT!
Tomorrow I sail with Calli3 to London for a business transaction which shall indeed end up destroying Venezuela. Soon to be known as Al & Callie's Chicken Coop. Callie currently has a safety pin in her toe. It is majestic.
So yesterday I worked at my favorite ROGERS MCDONDONDONDONALDS. squared. After the glorious oil-filled day I hit up my 'contacts.' I was told by Matt it was too dangerous to come to Owatonna yesterday night. He told me of the marching band's riots in the street, destroying everything in their paths. He said there was no escape, and that he was being held prisoner from the same band he once saw march. As I contemplated on what to do in my Ford Contour, a crow flew by. I decided their was no time to waste. I teleported to the Owatonna movie theater after battling iron man in mid-air without ice. After this majestic battle I headed on down Allen Avenue, on the prowl for the marching band. I saw them at McDonalds, so i blew it up. Then I decided to order pizza and cheesy bread.... which callie devoured being as she was being held captive by Jabbawockees, which previously I punched in the jugular vein. Then some gay guy came over and kept watching america's best dance crew because obviously no straight white guy would watch that show.
He doesn't look a thing like jesus but he talks like a gentleman like you imagine when you were young. TULUTH!
THE NEXT DAY:
Callie woke me up on accident. She was just checking her myspace pictures. Then i decided to make a livejournal in honour of those who passed on before me. Today I shall do something more majestic than yesterday. Possibly go bowling. Possibly get matt a job. Possibly dance to 90s music. Possibly clean this house. Possibly steal gravy. LET'S DO IT!