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Well, it has certainly been an interesting night.
The night began with a concert by Steve Brown, I man who as the jazz instructor at Ithaca College I had respect for, until tonight. The man can not play his guitar or compose/arrange songs any better than President Bush (or Mike Nyby for that matter! haha!). I lost total respect for his conducting skills as the rhythm section was all encompassingly too loud. I did gain respect for a select few of the players though.
But the night must go on! Onward to Wegman's where an ungrateful and an all encompassing piece of filth decides to drop a glass bottle of Snapple while in the checkout line. A quick glance towards the cashier showed me her discomfort. However, her discomfort was not from the mess! She did not care! She just seemed to have this look on her face as if her ass had been sewn shut 30 years ago and she had not been able to have a bowel movement in as long a time. Even though her face made her appear to be full of shit, her heart was not, since she let the little maggot go without paying for the broken Snapple. Wegman's employees no matter how odd looking are the best.
Question of the week: Why did I let Dennis change my roommate's Internet Explorer home page to www.poopsex.com? May god help me, and not Dennis!
All encompassingly too long!
Why did I drop that damn Snapple! AHhhhhhhhhhhh
Sorry I really am pushing this thing too far, eh?
Eh? What the fuck is that? I am from Pennsylvania not Quebec.
Not that all people in Quebec are slow and add eh to sentences.
Fuck I suck at this!
The night began with a concert by Steve Brown, I man who as the jazz instructor at Ithaca College I had respect for, until tonight. The man can not play his guitar or compose/arrange songs any better than President Bush (or Mike Nyby for that matter! haha!). I lost total respect for his conducting skills as the rhythm section was all encompassingly too loud. I did gain respect for a select few of the players though.
But the night must go on! Onward to Wegman's where an ungrateful and an all encompassing piece of filth decides to drop a glass bottle of Snapple while in the checkout line. A quick glance towards the cashier showed me her discomfort. However, her discomfort was not from the mess! She did not care! She just seemed to have this look on her face as if her ass had been sewn shut 30 years ago and she had not been able to have a bowel movement in as long a time. Even though her face made her appear to be full of shit, her heart was not, since she let the little maggot go without paying for the broken Snapple. Wegman's employees no matter how odd looking are the best.
Question of the week: Why did I let Dennis change my roommate's Internet Explorer home page to www.poopsex.com? May god help me, and not Dennis!
All encompassingly too long!
Why did I drop that damn Snapple! AHhhhhhhhhhhh
Sorry I really am pushing this thing too far, eh?
Eh? What the fuck is that? I am from Pennsylvania not Quebec.
Not that all people in Quebec are slow and add eh to sentences.
Fuck I suck at this!