ok mother fuckers look out.
i've got some really important shit to say, so just give me a minute. But first! i'd like to share the good news, i am now eligible for gold status with my bank (i'm not going to tell you which bank i bank with, because i think your kind of sketchy, not you though ((you know who you are)) so don't try to steal my moneys, its mine! you can't have it!!)
now back to my gold status, this good news is two fold; good point A: i can now withdraw 500 whole american dollars from the ATM (the ATM specific to my bank that is) good point B: i can finally replace my busted ass-magnetic strip-be gone- debit card-from the firey pits of hell-o-kitty.
i have band practice tonight, it should be interesting, the band is called Jeff, which is fucking brilliant, i know.
we've never played before. i'm going to whip together some synth/sampled/ninja/noise/metal extravaganza, while the hysteria of my pal lets loose on the microphone. i think he wants to wear a speedo, i hope not for practice though.
we have a show this saturday which is a warm up for a bigger show on the 4th of july, at the futuristic district liberty fest. there should be a couple hundred people there, so we should probably write a couple songs first. i hope not every song is about sodomy, but its out of my hands anyway. anyway, anyway.
i need to change my g-string
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and my e-string
give my love to the potato people, without them we would all still be crawling around on all fours shitting where we eat, and eating what we shit. which would suck.
believe-you-me.
i've got some really important shit to say, so just give me a minute. But first! i'd like to share the good news, i am now eligible for gold status with my bank (i'm not going to tell you which bank i bank with, because i think your kind of sketchy, not you though ((you know who you are)) so don't try to steal my moneys, its mine! you can't have it!!)
now back to my gold status, this good news is two fold; good point A: i can now withdraw 500 whole american dollars from the ATM (the ATM specific to my bank that is) good point B: i can finally replace my busted ass-magnetic strip-be gone- debit card-from the firey pits of hell-o-kitty.
i have band practice tonight, it should be interesting, the band is called Jeff, which is fucking brilliant, i know.
we've never played before. i'm going to whip together some synth/sampled/ninja/noise/metal extravaganza, while the hysteria of my pal lets loose on the microphone. i think he wants to wear a speedo, i hope not for practice though.
we have a show this saturday which is a warm up for a bigger show on the 4th of july, at the futuristic district liberty fest. there should be a couple hundred people there, so we should probably write a couple songs first. i hope not every song is about sodomy, but its out of my hands anyway. anyway, anyway.
i need to change my g-string
...
...
...
and my e-string
give my love to the potato people, without them we would all still be crawling around on all fours shitting where we eat, and eating what we shit. which would suck.
believe-you-me.
thanks for the lovely comment you left, you rock.