december 2006 archives pt. II
i love rich old guys who insist that it is still 1920 so we followed them for a bit.
anyway that concludes raymi’s annual parental advice.
french canadians talk like this doo boo doo broo doo
i love when px tells people off.
First sentence from the first post of each month in 2006.
hi martin.
fil snores.
OK LET ME GO GET MY I DONT CARE NOTEBOOK
it was a bbq.
because i deserve it.
I’M still representin’!
who gets the orgasm?
seriously i just don’t know why the lcbo hasn’t sponsored me yet.
oh i decided last nite that i am going to let my eyebrows grow in like caterpillars i think people will take me more seriously in the right way if i have bushy eyebrows they will be forced into thinking i am extremely profound like sean connery in finding forrester don’t be jealous cos i thought of it first you can be sean connery in something else.
nurses and doctors were prescribing tylenol 3s like mad.
so when fil walks in with it i am going to dump everything on the counter and then run away
blood diamond review.
i’m a crybaby.
sabrina‘s wonderful family.
merry christmas buzzkill email.
blow me flamers
intellectual genius 2006
fridge pictures.
*seinfeld voice* JUUUUST WHAAAT IIIIIS GOOOING ONNNNN HEEREEE
happy holiday shopping.
drunk bron <3
me: i dont have time nor respect for people who aren’t cool and who do not respect themselves enough to become cool and they hate on those who have spent years fine-crafting their cool
don’t give me yer shit
coolness is an art and it is also a skill
it cannot be faked
i was not referring to you specifically at all but it’s funny that i was right, again.
when you were my age i was reading r.l. stine alone in my room all nite long it’s my turn now you fucking hag.
raymi’s guide to hanging with celebrities.
like there are suppose to be rules if you are planning to participate in christmas, you have to do it right, greens, reds, whites ONLY. fucking racists.
grinning like horny nerds at him
dick in a box homage.
ok bye.
cheers! dustin
my face should be on a loonie.
warning: this post will open the floodgates of how cuckoo everyone who reads my blog is!
the wicker man review.
2005 year in review.
wow that wasn’t even remotely smart-sounding.
i could fall out of a thirty story building through multiple window panes and if i landed with my face in a pile of chinese food i would survive.
go cid!
we finally discovered the security channel.
if we don’t go out i think tonite will end in violence.
