Hey kids, I'm back, I'm mopey, I'm hungry!
I started a hardcore diet and excercize regime so I can drop pounds and be sexy (relatively) for the sydney ball and my best mates wedding in november. I have never missed french fries so much. Vodka stares at me from afar, tauntging me.
"Come on you pussy, drink me. Fuck your kidneys. You only need your mouth and your dick anyway.. Drink me. Fuck you"
Of course, I tell the bottle to suck a cock, but people give me strange looks and are all "Dude be talkin' at a bottle?" but fuck them.
Mah guud phrend SillyK has said some very nice things regarding the loss of my dog - Hell, most of you have and I'm really grateful for all the sentiment - and has convinced me to get a tattoo of my ugly, furry old bastard. Ugly he may be, but I'm still gonna do it. I've gotten shittier tattoos for less of a reason.
I'm looking forward to the SGAU ball in Sydney, but.. whut?! STEAMPUNK? I want to go looking awesome, but will probably end up wearing a cardboard box with "STEAMBOT" written on it, to complete the effect.
I am dead bored.. I wanna hang out with some peeps, I wanna cook for them and make new friends. My current friends are as dull as a brass testicle and I haven't seen them in two months, in spite of attempting to organize something more interesting than a 4/20 reinactment.
Girls suck (well, a few) and ask me out to datish stuff, but then get back with their ex. I know it happens.. but this is the fourth time. I am beginning to think I'm like that "Good luck Chuck" guy.. except not a giant vinegar douche.
Suri? Cookies? It cost a small fortune to send about 10 bucks in cookies to you, if the post office has fucked up, I'm going to be stomping some scrotum.
Tez, wanna go steam punk shopping with me? Cheezburgah?
Cawlin, I miss you, you hairy manbeast, come back to Aus and I will feed you bacon and hot redheads.
BBQ at my place when I get it cleaned up. For SRS.
Peace, I love you all.
For your grooving pleasure.
I started a hardcore diet and excercize regime so I can drop pounds and be sexy (relatively) for the sydney ball and my best mates wedding in november. I have never missed french fries so much. Vodka stares at me from afar, tauntging me.
"Come on you pussy, drink me. Fuck your kidneys. You only need your mouth and your dick anyway.. Drink me. Fuck you"
Of course, I tell the bottle to suck a cock, but people give me strange looks and are all "Dude be talkin' at a bottle?" but fuck them.
Mah guud phrend SillyK has said some very nice things regarding the loss of my dog - Hell, most of you have and I'm really grateful for all the sentiment - and has convinced me to get a tattoo of my ugly, furry old bastard. Ugly he may be, but I'm still gonna do it. I've gotten shittier tattoos for less of a reason.
I'm looking forward to the SGAU ball in Sydney, but.. whut?! STEAMPUNK? I want to go looking awesome, but will probably end up wearing a cardboard box with "STEAMBOT" written on it, to complete the effect.
I am dead bored.. I wanna hang out with some peeps, I wanna cook for them and make new friends. My current friends are as dull as a brass testicle and I haven't seen them in two months, in spite of attempting to organize something more interesting than a 4/20 reinactment.
Girls suck (well, a few) and ask me out to datish stuff, but then get back with their ex. I know it happens.. but this is the fourth time. I am beginning to think I'm like that "Good luck Chuck" guy.. except not a giant vinegar douche.
Suri? Cookies? It cost a small fortune to send about 10 bucks in cookies to you, if the post office has fucked up, I'm going to be stomping some scrotum.
Tez, wanna go steam punk shopping with me? Cheezburgah?
Cawlin, I miss you, you hairy manbeast, come back to Aus and I will feed you bacon and hot redheads.
BBQ at my place when I get it cleaned up. For SRS.
Peace, I love you all.
For your grooving pleasure.
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lmfao.
More talk about steam junk n whatnots laters <3