the world needs a clown... fuck happy people
What's the best way to say goodbye to the house your grew up in? What's the best way to leave behind a piece of your childhood that's being forcefully taken from you? What's the best way to spend $280? If your answer to these questions is to throw a colossal party so a horde of vapid assholes can get drunk, become even more retarded, and trash that home you love so much then you might just be as dumb as my sister.
If you aren't busy tonight come on over and enjoy the party; throw back a bottle of Black Velvet and toast to the destruction of a young man's boyhood memories. Join the laughing, giddy throng of idiots as they trample the last vestiges of the home that's soon to be ripped from under my feet. Embrace the booze and drugs in celebration of my torture.
Maybe I overdid it a bit but maybe that was just perfect. It's five o'clock and a couple of rejects went ahead and showed up early. My girlfriend is off at one of her friends birthday parties, my car is out of commission, I'm soon to be without transportation at all, and I have no plans for the night. I just packed a bag with some clothes and my Powerbook. I think after I pick my mom up from work (she's spending the night in the new apartment so my sister and her semi-conscious 'friends' can have the house to themselves) I'll head out on the old shoe leather express and see what the evening has in store for me.
--Note--
I think I have seven dollars to my name at the moment. A friend suggested that I, along with my beautiful girlfriend, should engage in some recreational drug use with him tonight. I usually shun such things but Beautiful enjoys it so maybe I will. She says I need to do something different and fun in order to compete with my sister. I don't really have any desire to anything tonight though. I miss my car. I think she actually wants to stop by the party so I'll undoubtedly end up having to despite my oath to myself not to.
--Note II--
This post isn't funny. Sorry.
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61."
If you aren't busy tonight come on over and enjoy the party; throw back a bottle of Black Velvet and toast to the destruction of a young man's boyhood memories. Join the laughing, giddy throng of idiots as they trample the last vestiges of the home that's soon to be ripped from under my feet. Embrace the booze and drugs in celebration of my torture.
Maybe I overdid it a bit but maybe that was just perfect. It's five o'clock and a couple of rejects went ahead and showed up early. My girlfriend is off at one of her friends birthday parties, my car is out of commission, I'm soon to be without transportation at all, and I have no plans for the night. I just packed a bag with some clothes and my Powerbook. I think after I pick my mom up from work (she's spending the night in the new apartment so my sister and her semi-conscious 'friends' can have the house to themselves) I'll head out on the old shoe leather express and see what the evening has in store for me.
--Note--
I think I have seven dollars to my name at the moment. A friend suggested that I, along with my beautiful girlfriend, should engage in some recreational drug use with him tonight. I usually shun such things but Beautiful enjoys it so maybe I will. She says I need to do something different and fun in order to compete with my sister. I don't really have any desire to anything tonight though. I miss my car. I think she actually wants to stop by the party so I'll undoubtedly end up having to despite my oath to myself not to.
--Note II--
This post isn't funny. Sorry.
Oh God said to Abraham, "Kill me a son"
Abe says, "Man, you must be puttin' me on"
God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"
God say, "You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin' you better run"
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
God says, "Out on Highway 61."
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