Rule of Summer 73: There actually is a time when you grow out of the play places at McDonalds. And that's when you realize that what you've been stepping in all along is kiddy pee. And for some reason that repulses you.
Yeah, it's been a while since my last entry. What can I say...pleasuring the Super Pals takes a surprisingly large amount of time.
Not to be outdone by Chopek, I've
taken in by the kindness of my own heart a pet. Specifically a hamster. So everyone meet Mr. Fifi.
Ok, so that's not a picture of him, hell it doesn't even look like him. But then again it'd be kind of scary if hamsters had eyes that big.
And so to celebrate this joyous event I'm inviting everyone to a picnic by a grassy knoll. As opposed to the blank abyss of my mind(oooooh).
Yeah, bring food and stuff. I make amazing sandwiches by the way. If the picnic in itself isn't enticing enough John will give free lap dances there...really. Current Mood: chipper
Rule of Summer #54: A hammock isn't really considered a hammock unless it's hung between two trees. Don't get me started on those weird self-hanging hammocks you get at Walmart.
Eating bananas and pudding...notice the fact that I am not eating banana pudding
instead...because Chaves ate it all! *glares at him menacingly* So as punishment you ain't gettin' any of Scotty's body tonight. That and I'm stealing one of your cowboy shirts. You know that blue-ish one.
May go see From Justin to Kelly tomorrow. I have this weakness for badly acted musicals and I may be able pick up some fro tips from Justin Guarini. Or however you spell his name...not that I really care to begin with.
I'm really more of a Clay fan.
Where mah dawgs at,
Caw Caw (get it? that's the sound that crows make...hmmm..nevermind) Current Mood: hungry
|I just wanna love you Chaves...wink wink..oh how i kid
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go Chopek
It's your birthday
We gon' eat pretzels and chug milk like it's yo birthday...
Somehow that last line didn't turn out very catchy. That of course was a shoutout to Chopek...who ended up in hospital. Who knew he was lactose intolerant? Though despite the night's shenanigans, we were still John-less. And I sure as hell know that Dela missed him. *cough*
With the help of the superpals I attempted to get a semi-fro going. Hair glue is surprisingly adhesive...especially to objects such as pretzels and human skin. So unfortunately mission Make-Scotty-A-Sexy-Mofo-WITH-a-fro was unsuccessful.
*stares at the hair of a cabbage patch doll with malicious grin*
Blazin' half azian,
Scotty-scot-scot-ster Current Mood: determined