this dude sean his grandmar makes these scarves that are all soft and crap and all the bitches in the bar when they’re loaded go up to the scarf and try to make out with it and so sean’s sister, ever the entrepreneur or something made up the grandma loves me silver shiny thing to be sewed onto the scarf and it makes girls want to lay you even more because their grandma is dead and never made them no scarf. you can get the scarves from some faggy hair salon on church in toronto. email me if u want one i’ll be messenger.
sophie!
too bad that dingus lost.
i like it in pubs when they put positive messages on the walls and frame them for you to look at when you are playing darts and loaded out of your mind and you are like right, i am going to stop drinking tomorrow and then you don’t so you go to a different pub where there aren’t any signs to make you feel guilty but then a week later you find yourself in that same pub and you are like harhuh! so we meet again framed positive message sign. bastard!
smoking outside at a concert there are all these people dressed in their finest coolest articles and you have to listen to them talk and then before you go in to watch more of the concert you whip out your camera and take a picture of the fence gate thing because it has a deeper meaning and something that by the time you look at the picture when you get home or a week later you are like haha those people thought i was doing something important and clever. pffffffffft.
i wish i was smart enough to think of something like this to draw about. what?
i think that says poon. i hope that it does. but maybe it says pooh or was suppose to and the 13 year old who was carving it in ran out of time before he got a chance to finish because he was gonna miss his bus.
imagine if your grandma was that tiny and she followed you around telling you off and s-talking your uncle and you are like when are those miniature muffins going to be ready?
that’s me using dial-up + aol to email some files at my brother’s work it was so boring and slow. good thing i could watch price is right and shoot off fire extinguishers ‘cos they had slow leaks.
i dunno how i feel about the confederate flag. like it’s suppose to be cool to be racist or something or maybe just racist to be racist. maybe just a novelty. there’s no way in hell any canadian would hang that crap out in their yard, they only do it in secret inside of their homes and it is so scandalous when people come over everyone hovers around it. whatever. some rich kid in town has one hung above his bed in the basement and his dad is apparently a big ole racist too. fucking losers. how do you even go and buy one of those flags with a clear conscience like is there a big racist secret hidden warehouse someplace and if you go in and buy something and bring it home you are ultra bad-ass all of a sudden and the guy at the cash register is like good for you son? some people can get away with hanging up offensive crap on their walls ‘cos they’re doing it to be clever or funny or make a statement you know but others put that crap up becuase they actually believe what it stands for and people like that are the biggest cowards ever and never have anything interesting to say about anything ever and pretty much go through life being ordinary and unlikeable.
and then there are those drinking is fun and funny plaques with bottle openers on them. rock!
that tree is awesome because it is from the beginning of time and so is the one strand of oldschool xmas bulbs and only some of them work and the decorations are ancient and probably worth money and they’re all birds and classy but very delicate and what else, well, i guess it means more to me than to you so i’ll shut up about it.
oh i saw a thrown out christmas tree on the sidewalk and it made me feel sad and i wanted to save it but i didn’t. that little tree was grown just to be cut down put in a room for a week then chucked to the side of the road. gay.
then when you go to someone’s house and you compliment their real tree and you smell it then they ask if you have a real one and you say no then they are shocked and kind of hate you for the rest of the nite like how if they were a dog person and you were a cat person, that kind of hate, anyway, you tell them that you use to have real trees but then you got a fake one and life was easier and then they go on about the whole getting of the tree experience and how nice it is and shit and you say well look at your fucking floor, who has to take that shit down? you? heck no, the man is gonna do it and he’s going to be swearing the entire time and you’re going to be hiding in the laundry room and then you’ll go to your mother’s for a little while.
fun.
um.
fil is tall.
