i haven't updated this thing since july.
so it might as well be awesome.
the following is a transcript of a string of comments left from a drunken san nguyen to a good old friend robert ivan faria lannin bosworth esq.
hey can i join up.. ill take a pay cut of zero dollars an hour and even pay for the uniform so we can be a duo, i'll be mel, you'll be danny..o an ill buy a huge frekin gun..and stuff, you wouldnt need one cuz ill just tell everyone your nuts and that they shouldnt mess with you cause well, your nuts..like this one time an old lady was crossing the street and well you just ran her over, and you replied "she shouldnt have been standing there" as you shrug your shoulders... man, that nuts. Or like that time you punhed me in the mouth for saying the word marshmellow, and you hate when i say... you know, that word.
wtf i got cut off
think we should be called the midnight raiders, you know kinda like a band name or some thing we will guard the apartments with like flying v gutiars and we would shred all night, aww man satan lucifer the third couldnt stop us..he'd tap our shoulders while we were "shredding" and say " man you guys are fucked up, stay out of hell", he quivers and walks away and heads to small plates(via the people mover), for a veggie roll.
then we would get promoted to the day shift, then we'd have to rename ourselves (god, i have nothing going for me)the morning doves or something, and from flying v's we turn to mandolinds and acoustic guitars. cuz it face were not gonna get any action during the day, bad guys needs some sleep too. yea(sigh)
then talent scouts would find us out and then try to buy us with whores and cadilac's. we would simutaniously without a word jsut shake our heads no. they would keep propositioning a movie about two dudes who have to shred to save the world. like one scene would be(and probably the end scene) where im dead or something and you had to make your way to the satans layer to find me. and you land on a platue thats only four feet from the ground where the pits of the dead just mush around, cuz that they do in hell..they mush around. you start "shredding"..complet silense, then you scream in a tone that would make van helen just blow up and spontaniously combust. you scream"SSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN". lucifers head just blows up into the sky causing firework explosions, and you start shredding and all the beautiful deamon girls start grabbing at your feet in lust. you start rocketing out of hell into heaven, where god greets you with a mandolin. and then a thought of me springs to your mind....tear...fin.(ending credits "in memorie of san san nguien(nguyen)" then people wil be like "damn did that really happen?" and then you just be there right when they say that, and you say you bet your ass i did". then the sequal but thast unwrittin(in scrolls well keeped in the vatican).
i'm sorry for any grammatical errors.
i think the world needs to see this and realize how briallant san is. i miss san. where has he been?
i miss bert too.
the following is a transcript of a string of comments left from a drunken san nguyen to a good old friend robert ivan faria lannin bosworth esq.
hey can i join up.. ill take a pay cut of zero dollars an hour and even pay for the uniform so we can be a duo, i'll be mel, you'll be danny..o an ill buy a huge frekin gun..and stuff, you wouldnt need one cuz ill just tell everyone your nuts and that they shouldnt mess with you cause well, your nuts..like this one time an old lady was crossing the street and well you just ran her over, and you replied "she shouldnt have been standing there" as you shrug your shoulders... man, that nuts. Or like that time you punhed me in the mouth for saying the word marshmellow, and you hate when i say... you know, that word.
wtf i got cut off
think we should be called the midnight raiders, you know kinda like a band name or some thing we will guard the apartments with like flying v gutiars and we would shred all night, aww man satan lucifer the third couldnt stop us..he'd tap our shoulders while we were "shredding" and say " man you guys are fucked up, stay out of hell", he quivers and walks away and heads to small plates(via the people mover), for a veggie roll.
then we would get promoted to the day shift, then we'd have to rename ourselves (god, i have nothing going for me)the morning doves or something, and from flying v's we turn to mandolinds and acoustic guitars. cuz it face were not gonna get any action during the day, bad guys needs some sleep too. yea(sigh)
then talent scouts would find us out and then try to buy us with whores and cadilac's. we would simutaniously without a word jsut shake our heads no. they would keep propositioning a movie about two dudes who have to shred to save the world. like one scene would be(and probably the end scene) where im dead or something and you had to make your way to the satans layer to find me. and you land on a platue thats only four feet from the ground where the pits of the dead just mush around, cuz that they do in hell..they mush around. you start "shredding"..complet silense, then you scream in a tone that would make van helen just blow up and spontaniously combust. you scream"SSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNN". lucifers head just blows up into the sky causing firework explosions, and you start shredding and all the beautiful deamon girls start grabbing at your feet in lust. you start rocketing out of hell into heaven, where god greets you with a mandolin. and then a thought of me springs to your mind....tear...fin.(ending credits "in memorie of san san nguien(nguyen)" then people wil be like "damn did that really happen?" and then you just be there right when they say that, and you say you bet your ass i did". then the sequal but thast unwrittin(in scrolls well keeped in the vatican).
i'm sorry for any grammatical errors.
i think the world needs to see this and realize how briallant san is. i miss san. where has he been?
i miss bert too.