my commercial art teacher used to brag about having flunked jimi hendrix. I was like half finished with my portfolio and I had to transfer out of his class cos he grabbed my boob.2 penny jenny showed up to the maha and tapeworm and britt were like "you are soo rude. she came over here just to talk to you and you totally ignored her" and I was like, DUDE. I said hello. what the fuck am I supposed to start flipping cartwheels and grinding my barstool over it?
I need to find new bars where they keep the walls in the same place every night cos I took a quick turn to use the restroom but now theres a wall where the hallway used to go and I walked straight into it like a fuckin rockstar.
I only had 3 drinks and britt made us leave cos someone played him and raetard's song (bon jovi) and he got all somber and vaginal over it. ugh. see why I call him butt rock? I didn't even get any daal.
tapeworm got super drunk and hes trying to stick peanuts in my ears. its chaos.
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You need my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Drinking is so sinful
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:D You walked into a wall!! LOL.
I guess Jesus is on the market now...I would make a joke, but it's not tastefull...tee hee
That new background is harsh Carrie.
Jimi Hendrix, listening to the Beatles, orange... you having a sixties flashback I reckon.
Flunking Jimi nothin' to be proud of. He was (is) a freakin' Guitar God.
Never liked bar stools. the but feels half dead after a couple hours heavy drinking.
I WANT TO FUCK YOU CARRIE YOU HOT PIECE OF ASS!!
Yo Carrie: you've got to tame tapeworm, he's an animal. Tell him next time he tries to stick peanuts in your ears you'll stick them up his butt. But then again, it depends what he's into... might work, might not.
Hey Carrie,
"Harsh" meaning difficult to handle late at night with bleary eyes.
I know you're too young to have lived in the sixties (so am I...) but you can still flash visually back there with that background and Jimi in your face.
Bitchin' comeback to anonymous : "well, you'd prolly have a better shot if you left your name or something"
Note : my URL to my blog changed. It would rock if you could update your link. Totally.
Note 2: The graphic I have to type to validate this comment looks a lot like "assfuck"... axsfltlc. Now blur your eyes and imagine it wavy.
-Fruey
I'd have to smack a bitch for flunking Jimi Hendrix, even if they were full of shit.
I always wanted to ge hit on by a teacher but mine were all old, icky, or dudes (often gay dudes, though).
I've found out through multiple experiments that the only problems I have when drunk are steps, walking, talking, thinking, etc...
Oh, and cats pissing on me. I got fucked up for the Fourth a few years back on almost a bottle of Everclear at Shannon's house and I eventually passed out (not literally. I just fell asleep) on her sofa in her living room and I woke up the next morning and the lower part of my legs were soaked but warm. At first I was confused then I remember being woke up multiple times by her kitten who was jumping on me and wanting to play. He was no where in sight but after about ten minutes I realised the cunt had pissed on me and ran off.
Nothing cool ever happens to be when I'm drunk. =(
Not sure what that's got to do with anything, but... there it goes. lol.
What Bon Jovi song was it? And what sort of pecker gets all soppy over Bon Jovi regardless of who the connect the song to?
So were the peanuts in shells? Roasted or boiled?
-=The Prynce
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