gorgans eyes are like candied nipple rings.

man… this shit does not do a damned thing for me at all…. oh yeah.. theres the familiar feeling we all know and love…. he hehehe… ok im drinking a new beer call thunderhead….. and it tastes like crap… its madein india, and the brands called ipa… it was brewed in a pyramid… whcih is really something new cause now that i think on it, theres going to be grave robbers who want to know the tastes of five thousand year old beer. “hey goerge! this taste great! it was bottled in ten thousand bc!” although give me a good ol redstripe anyday of the week and well have a grand ol time. ha yes… the times we face now are troubling ones in deed. well lets get this show on the road shall we? weve got much to cover and less tiem to cover it in the a pussy shot of a fat brittany spears wobbling out of a limo… and thats enough to sober any one up… let me check… nope still buzzed… ok i take it back, thunderheads pretty damned good.

on the forfornt of things…god this tastes like crap…but it feels so good! five thousand year old beer. like soap on a roap… its still dangerous in prison. ok ok… kim kim… the wonderfull fruit, the more you treat the less you mooch. ok, first things first, i aint in love with the darlin no more. got it? im talking to you shaikes a bake. and david. its an old habit… ok, anyways…where the hell was i? oh right.. kim… well, the little darlin back, i aint got no problems with it, cept for the slighti rritating fact that anytime im calm and trying to talk to her i get all hyperventalaly… yes!!!!! you can officialy see that this is a brunk dlog when i get dislexic!!! fuck sneah…

so kim… um… yeah thats pretty much it. i dont fear her, and yet my body acts like its sanfransica in 89 when we had the big earthquake, which coincidently the jenny craig buildings were full of fat people jumping to reach a donuts that was tied to a string. and that why san fran is the way it is. fat people.

what else is there. oh yeah! im in a band called the debate of factions! which me and a buddie created, all from a simple jame seession! yeap, five thousand year old beer. soulnds like a goods soung.. need less to say, fridays are offical jam out days, when me edwin and darryl and anyone else we happen to enjoy listening to and or hanve a good groove wit jam together and perfect a couple of songs.

its an aquired taste ill give it that… tastes like paper quired from the crap disposal unit of swat.

ok… other news… theres a couple of cute women i ran into,heena not being one of them she was one of the ones i ran into last year. even then, sparks flew and caught the drapes on fire. …ahh yess. that little darlin…. well lets get this cleared up. hey dork! yeah you! the one whos pissed at me all the time cause of the stupid story! yeah thats right! im talking to you! read carecarefully cause im only gonna say this once. dork. that wasnt it its coming up in a second.

THERE IS MORE THEN ONE PERSON IN THE WORLD WITH YOUR NAME!!! YOU ARE NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH THAT NAME!!!! IF YOU ARE THEN THAT MEANS…SOMETHING IM NOT SURE WHAT THOUGH. JUST BECAUSE A BLOG HAS YOUR NAME IN IT, DOES NOT MEAN THAT IT IS YOU I AM TALKING ABOUT!

there… i think that about covered it… now where the fuck was i? oh yeah, the cute women, there was one gal thati feel for right off that bat, shes a bit hard to understand, but i know what shes saying about 99% of the time. game her a tour of the campus with her dad, and she hugged me for it. i wish it were another type of hug, but thats a matter for another time.

another gal, i met, was just kinda staring at me, so i went and jsut kinda talked to her, the buzz is wearing of. it sucks. anyways, this gal is a the cutest darned thing ive ever seen, but i cant remeember what was said.. oh well, like her a lot anyways….till next time folks!

the art of drunken boxing and drunken blogging are vastly supioror to anything ive ever done. its fun..

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