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I'm in my last stretch of work, haven't taken a lunch break and have spent a lot of time reading up on a 51 year old Right Wing jack ass.
If you're interested his page will only be up for about another day because "the left wingers keep shitting" on his page. His music clips are fucking hilarious (sounds like Kids in the Hall talking about killing all the "towel heads" before they kill us.)
Go to http://www.cdbaby.com and search for Frank Looby. I can't post the direct link because I could get in trouble. Actually, after I delete the jack asses page tomorrow I'll probably edit this out of my post just to be safe. But he's seriously fucked, and the comments people left on his page are fucking hilarious.
Anyway, someone just brought me a beer. My couch is cozy today. And I really do feel in tip top shape minus my hunger.
NOW, on Saturday to celebrate my birthday I drank Busch beer & other alcohol at my parents house all day. I got a drill, drill bits, gift cards to places, and two REALLY OLD COPIES of books from the Wizard of Oz series. A wine bottle holder and wine.
Fawn drove us back up to Portland and I drank vodka the whole way.
Then I drank more vodka and could hardly move, but I did talk about Beliefism etc. and kissed my friends.
We went to my friends house where I managed to hang onto a tall stick that was about an inch/inch and a half thick.
Then there is a story that goes something like this about me, a stranger, my stick and his glasses.
I'm laying down on a hammock with my stick and this stranger (to everyone here) asks if he can "lay on it with me." I say "nooo - you could just sit on the bottom by my feet."
He then remains standing as that is not "good" enough for him.
Then the stranger decides that I look as though I "need a kiss" and asks to kiss me! "GOD NO!" and he continues trying to talk me into this kiss. I begin to get VERY sassy with the guy. I'm obviously a young, pretty, drunk girl. Why would I REFUSE to kiss him?!
He was probably 5'10" going by my skewed memory, he had on a bad jean/shoe combo. He had a buzz cut and bad glasses.
So I said to the stranger finally; "take off your glasses before I hit you in the face with my stick."
Him, "What the fuck?!"
I laugh rudely.. "I said you should probably take off your glasses before I hit you in the face with my stick!"
He keeps saying "What the fuck?!" I knew he could hear me. Maybe I just looked to small to be so mean :(
I'm not into being hit on like that, I mean it's not flattering, it's rude, I obviously said "GOD NO!" and that's OBVIOUSLY stating that he's gross. To his face.
Now I start yelling for Fawn and telling everyone and anyone to go get her so we can "laugh at him together."
Fawn comes out and asks what's up.
Me, "Tell him to take off his glasses before I hit him in the face with my stick."
Fawn, "Dude take off your glasses she'll really hit you."
Me, "I don't want to break your glasses (I want to break your ugly face)"
He didn't take them off and continued with the "What the fuck?!" and "You really want to fight me?!"
So I just smacked him with the stick right across his face. He get's pissy for SOME UNKNOWN reason and tries to pull me off the hammock. I hit him once more, fall of the hammock and try kicking the bastard in the face. I'm sure since I was on the ground I missed mauling his ugly face more... so I am hoping I hit him in the junk.
He's "gross."
He left after that, and the next day no one still knew who he was. Poor sap. I wonder if he went elsewhere to get it sucked.
So that was my birthday. Andrew, PET & I did air guitar solo's on the ground for about two hours, I watched Lombard street and I passed out around 8AM. The next day I had ice cream, salad, more ice cream, 3 hours in a park with two good friends, decent Denny's food & two movies with my friend and The Good Man.
Interesting deception!
Back to beer and work. I may have to stay here all night if beer keeps on being delivered.
- Lindsey
If you're interested his page will only be up for about another day because "the left wingers keep shitting" on his page. His music clips are fucking hilarious (sounds like Kids in the Hall talking about killing all the "towel heads" before they kill us.)
Go to http://www.cdbaby.com and search for Frank Looby. I can't post the direct link because I could get in trouble. Actually, after I delete the jack asses page tomorrow I'll probably edit this out of my post just to be safe. But he's seriously fucked, and the comments people left on his page are fucking hilarious.
Anyway, someone just brought me a beer. My couch is cozy today. And I really do feel in tip top shape minus my hunger.
NOW, on Saturday to celebrate my birthday I drank Busch beer & other alcohol at my parents house all day. I got a drill, drill bits, gift cards to places, and two REALLY OLD COPIES of books from the Wizard of Oz series. A wine bottle holder and wine.
Fawn drove us back up to Portland and I drank vodka the whole way.
Then I drank more vodka and could hardly move, but I did talk about Beliefism etc. and kissed my friends.
We went to my friends house where I managed to hang onto a tall stick that was about an inch/inch and a half thick.
Then there is a story that goes something like this about me, a stranger, my stick and his glasses.
I'm laying down on a hammock with my stick and this stranger (to everyone here) asks if he can "lay on it with me." I say "nooo - you could just sit on the bottom by my feet."
He then remains standing as that is not "good" enough for him.
Then the stranger decides that I look as though I "need a kiss" and asks to kiss me! "GOD NO!" and he continues trying to talk me into this kiss. I begin to get VERY sassy with the guy. I'm obviously a young, pretty, drunk girl. Why would I REFUSE to kiss him?!
He was probably 5'10" going by my skewed memory, he had on a bad jean/shoe combo. He had a buzz cut and bad glasses.
So I said to the stranger finally; "take off your glasses before I hit you in the face with my stick."
Him, "What the fuck?!"
I laugh rudely.. "I said you should probably take off your glasses before I hit you in the face with my stick!"
He keeps saying "What the fuck?!" I knew he could hear me. Maybe I just looked to small to be so mean :(
I'm not into being hit on like that, I mean it's not flattering, it's rude, I obviously said "GOD NO!" and that's OBVIOUSLY stating that he's gross. To his face.
Now I start yelling for Fawn and telling everyone and anyone to go get her so we can "laugh at him together."
Fawn comes out and asks what's up.
Me, "Tell him to take off his glasses before I hit him in the face with my stick."
Fawn, "Dude take off your glasses she'll really hit you."
Me, "I don't want to break your glasses (I want to break your ugly face)"
He didn't take them off and continued with the "What the fuck?!" and "You really want to fight me?!"
So I just smacked him with the stick right across his face. He get's pissy for SOME UNKNOWN reason and tries to pull me off the hammock. I hit him once more, fall of the hammock and try kicking the bastard in the face. I'm sure since I was on the ground I missed mauling his ugly face more... so I am hoping I hit him in the junk.
He's "gross."
He left after that, and the next day no one still knew who he was. Poor sap. I wonder if he went elsewhere to get it sucked.
So that was my birthday. Andrew, PET & I did air guitar solo's on the ground for about two hours, I watched Lombard street and I passed out around 8AM. The next day I had ice cream, salad, more ice cream, 3 hours in a park with two good friends, decent Denny's food & two movies with my friend and The Good Man.
Interesting deception!
Back to beer and work. I may have to stay here all night if beer keeps on being delivered.
- Lindsey