Went to Guelph tonight to visit this handi-capable friend:
I dragged along some other retard on a scenic route involving suspiciously similar zig-zags in the road, unhappy wheelwells, and endless inappropriate conversation:
We met up with a third boy who is able to achieve multiple orgasms, and whose penis may or may not be larger than the second retard's, depending on the extent of your peripheral vision.
I am able to achieve multiple orgasms simply by setting foot in his fucking rad-ass apartment.
Hung out. Smooshed my massive boobs *ahem* through a barbed wire fence in order to get to a scary roof to roll a joint that looked like it ate a mouse ("there's snakes out here this biiiiig?") by the light of my LED keychain. Watched Garth pee on the roof and descend the stairs Mission Impossible-style. Though not as gay as Tom Cruise, fuckwits #2 and #3 seemed deliciously close to making out. $20, anyone?
Ate cookies made by the wonderful Skywalker and giggled at the genius of Conan and the Surreal Life-esque cesspool that is the Carson Daly show.
Witnessed Christoph impress the pants (almost) off a girl with published tales of multiple orgasms. She enjoyed the graphic illustrations. Things got uncomfortable.
Garth insisted on some wacky AM radio crap on the way home (which was a show not, in fact, hosted by Grieg Nori from treble charger). I was fairly angry about this, but managed not to give Garth a swift kick to the scrotum until we were almost in front of his house. I slowed the car, threw open the door, and booted that boy outta the bug without even stopping to see if he landed okay. Then I switched to the ipod and had the random playlist of all playlists to make my way back to the M-dot:
Such Great Heights - Postal Service
The Widow - Mars Volta
Seventy Times 7 - Brand New
Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult
The Science of Selling Yourself Short - Less Than Jake
Give It Up - Midtown
Little Devotional - Taking Back Sunday
It was awesome like whoa.
Chanel you better be coming up before Thursday...
and Curt I miss you too. If I hadn't gotten raped for $640 today, I would be coming to visit you in August.
4:20 now. Bedtime.
I dragged along some other retard on a scenic route involving suspiciously similar zig-zags in the road, unhappy wheelwells, and endless inappropriate conversation:
We met up with a third boy who is able to achieve multiple orgasms, and whose penis may or may not be larger than the second retard's, depending on the extent of your peripheral vision.
I am able to achieve multiple orgasms simply by setting foot in his fucking rad-ass apartment.
Hung out. Smooshed my massive boobs *ahem* through a barbed wire fence in order to get to a scary roof to roll a joint that looked like it ate a mouse ("there's snakes out here this biiiiig?") by the light of my LED keychain. Watched Garth pee on the roof and descend the stairs Mission Impossible-style. Though not as gay as Tom Cruise, fuckwits #2 and #3 seemed deliciously close to making out. $20, anyone?
Ate cookies made by the wonderful Skywalker and giggled at the genius of Conan and the Surreal Life-esque cesspool that is the Carson Daly show.
Witnessed Christoph impress the pants (almost) off a girl with published tales of multiple orgasms. She enjoyed the graphic illustrations. Things got uncomfortable.
Garth insisted on some wacky AM radio crap on the way home (which was a show not, in fact, hosted by Grieg Nori from treble charger). I was fairly angry about this, but managed not to give Garth a swift kick to the scrotum until we were almost in front of his house. I slowed the car, threw open the door, and booted that boy outta the bug without even stopping to see if he landed okay. Then I switched to the ipod and had the random playlist of all playlists to make my way back to the M-dot:
Such Great Heights - Postal Service
The Widow - Mars Volta
Seventy Times 7 - Brand New
Pretty Girl (The Way) - Sugarcult
The Science of Selling Yourself Short - Less Than Jake
Give It Up - Midtown
Little Devotional - Taking Back Sunday
It was awesome like whoa.
Chanel you better be coming up before Thursday...
and Curt I miss you too. If I hadn't gotten raped for $640 today, I would be coming to visit you in August.
4:20 now. Bedtime.
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gardimus:
I hate you for me not knowing that sooner. What are you upt o right now?
fifty50:
i just noticed that the avatar in this post looks like the picture of you in the previous post at VG's. Hilarious, i say