No chicken bone is touching this mane
I came on the computer to start a take-home test but instead have elected to write in my journal. You all better appreciate this. Learn from my stupid stories that I have for you!
Valentine's is a holiday that bugs me. Not because it's kinda made up for the purpose of profits (If that bugs you, then why get excited about Christmas?)but something about that it's a day to show your significant other that you care. I mean, if I'm with someone, I'd like that person to think that I'm always caring about them and that I don't have to buy some fucking gift to prove it. It's not that I'm being cheap, I do love buying gifts for people who I feel would appreciate it, who already know that I care. In other words, my gift wouldn't change the way that person feels about me. Anyhoom, boo to Valentine's
There's this guy who I worked with at my old plant that I absolutely hated. He was very obnoxious and very pig-headed. In fact, I remember this one time he came to work with naked pictures of these girls he screwed on the weekend(True story). He really represented everything that I hate. Well anyhow, my luck would have it that he's moved over to my plant and best of all I work with him every day that I work for the next few months. Wish me luck.
There was this incredibly amazing squirrel fight at school the other day. This one squirrel went up on the vines along the wall of Memorial Hall, which apparently was some other squirrel's territory. So the other squirrel starts trippin' and a fight breaks out. It was really crazy watching the squirrels maneuver along the vines to prevent their painful fall. Don't worry, no squirrel was harmed, but I was seriously entertained.
(This next one was a while ago)
Me: Hey Tina, your birthday must be coming up since we haven't celebrated it yet.
Tina: It was back in February. Remember? You were there.
Me:Oh
And that's the story of why Tina hates me.
Miguel Roswell update: He's found a new home. One without mandatory beatings. And this also means we will be priviledged to more comics on his journal. Thanks for all the help that I didn't get to help him find a home.
The other day, I did the hucklebuck .... .... .... .... .... .... true story.
My mind was blown the other day when I was driving down Walker road and noticed that they were building a Chuck E. Cheese. HOLY F-BOMB! I am so having a party there and my childhood will be relived. There better be booze there like Boppers or how else will I find myself passed out in the ball room?
In class the other day, the girl I sit next to gave a well thought out answer to some question the teacher asked, to which I gave her a loud and obnoxious high five, like Borat. No one around me found it funny whatsoever. I was very pleased with my work.
Enough of this
Peace out cub scouts!
Valentine's is a holiday that bugs me. Not because it's kinda made up for the purpose of profits (If that bugs you, then why get excited about Christmas?)but something about that it's a day to show your significant other that you care. I mean, if I'm with someone, I'd like that person to think that I'm always caring about them and that I don't have to buy some fucking gift to prove it. It's not that I'm being cheap, I do love buying gifts for people who I feel would appreciate it, who already know that I care. In other words, my gift wouldn't change the way that person feels about me. Anyhoom, boo to Valentine's
There's this guy who I worked with at my old plant that I absolutely hated. He was very obnoxious and very pig-headed. In fact, I remember this one time he came to work with naked pictures of these girls he screwed on the weekend(True story). He really represented everything that I hate. Well anyhow, my luck would have it that he's moved over to my plant and best of all I work with him every day that I work for the next few months. Wish me luck.
There was this incredibly amazing squirrel fight at school the other day. This one squirrel went up on the vines along the wall of Memorial Hall, which apparently was some other squirrel's territory. So the other squirrel starts trippin' and a fight breaks out. It was really crazy watching the squirrels maneuver along the vines to prevent their painful fall. Don't worry, no squirrel was harmed, but I was seriously entertained.
(This next one was a while ago)
Me: Hey Tina, your birthday must be coming up since we haven't celebrated it yet.
Tina: It was back in February. Remember? You were there.
Me:Oh
And that's the story of why Tina hates me.
Miguel Roswell update: He's found a new home. One without mandatory beatings. And this also means we will be priviledged to more comics on his journal. Thanks for all the help that I didn't get to help him find a home.
The other day, I did the hucklebuck .... .... .... .... .... .... true story.
My mind was blown the other day when I was driving down Walker road and noticed that they were building a Chuck E. Cheese. HOLY F-BOMB! I am so having a party there and my childhood will be relived. There better be booze there like Boppers or how else will I find myself passed out in the ball room?
In class the other day, the girl I sit next to gave a well thought out answer to some question the teacher asked, to which I gave her a loud and obnoxious high five, like Borat. No one around me found it funny whatsoever. I was very pleased with my work.
Enough of this
Peace out cub scouts!