Knock Knock! Who's There? Paramedic. Paramedic Who? Paramedic, Kill You and Take You To Jail!
Ding Ding Ding. Busy couple of Days. Yesterday, me and tessa went and painted pottery. Fun times, then we came home, had a smoke and a pancake. Called Chuck Norris, he's coming over later for a punch in the face. BAM! Sunday/Monday, drinking with Steph. She had a moment with the bouncer, which was good because our drinks tasted like pure al. So the bouncer incedent truly redeemed the place, once and for all! Went to Dairy Queen, saw some very high Chesterites. Very Classic. Couple of Days ago I had a poor paramedic flashback....Clay came into Second Cup....who will forgot the time i couldn't breath and didn't get an oxygen mask...that was fun....Me-"I can't breath" clay- "You better stop crying, or you're going to jail".....Can we say unethical behaviour, i think so.....and all i can do in revenge is not stir his hot chocolate...and make it extra hot....burnable hot...who's going to cry and go to jail now bit-ch.....Tonight = Par-ty. Should be good, Dina promised to share her boyfriend with me. True friends share everything baby, especially cock. Soon, comes Montreal. Then a petie reunion special. Then some laughs and some sass. And of course some newfoundland. Good times...good times...but will they be in the martimes? Questionable!