we went to new generation, didn’t do the grill-thing though.
it’s pretty nice in there.
these guys were like eating alien embryos, i was kinda into them, but mostly not oh shit i should’ve done the achoo haha look at this gob of snot joke.
the clear soup smelled really bad, like BO and farts. it made me sad.
last nite was sober nite.
pretty stoked about it.
the A/C vent was blasting on my face and head so i had to wear my hat, i felt like a bitchy round-eye when i asked for it to be turned down. seriously, who requests that? whatever, yesterday was balls-cold.
you can tell i am not a fan cos there is still food in my bowl.
i got the chicken bibm bahb, dude partied through it before i could take a picture of it in-tact. oh yeah he asked fil if he was hot from the food and said his face was all red. haha.
fil got the beef. it’s a decent price for the amount of food you get plus apps. though no brocolli or a substantial amount of vegetables. i hold the torch for ho-su cos they do brown rice and loads of vegetables. you’d think the farty annex would catch on about this.
lots of food, had to get a doggy bag.
see? cheap, like your mother.
use tonges for all the raw items?
mmmm, check out the hot dogs sausage.
and here are some drunk pictures of the outside taken from across the street, the nite before. sad.
fil wore his WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME!??! BLEEEARGH!!!! t-shirt.
mmm, light cream cheese, garlic bakery loaf, atlantic salmon fillet, bought ANOTHER pack of it after the concerts, ten bucks each. yesterday was expensive!
there’s this blue jay that visits the balcony and yesterday TWO of them were there partying with the popcorn i left out, cid canNOT get over their audacity. ever hear a blue jay bakaw? sounds mental!
look at the total NOT difference in this lighting.
yeah yeah gonna fade to copper, whatevs, the roots NEEDED the colour.
wtf how did that get in there?
this guy was my favourite. he was really excited.
his jaw was a little clenchy.
packed. no way goin’ in there man.
oh hi. once he saw me up there he encroached on my ‘tory. his hair is really something. i bet he does treatments.
nice wig, haha.
then he needed more room to bust one.
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Hi,
I thought I’d email you because I feel compelled to tell you that Iv’e read your writeneys for about a year now and I just saw that picture you took with that blonde chick singer…. you are smiling in the picture… I have never seen you smile on your blog.. you have a very beautiful smile.. please do it as much as you can. big kiss.
and now i give you the ancient tradition of foot binding, brought to you by BARF CITY!
ok this is so gross i’ll put up a new post asap to shove it down the page more, either i add it to the last post and barf that one up or give it its own little arena.
i thought that guy was like a talent scout or something like back in the days of the beatles, fil is like uh all these bands have been discovered already. alright then he is just some 400 pound sitting down guy totally out of his element, believable.
bus driver guy. i know i said all sorts of stupid shit to him there is no need to re-hash it all for you folks, you know exactly how stupid i am already. i’m glad he went inside when he did. note to self, don’t be intellectual, ever again.
i swear i looked tons hotter in this picture when i was wasted and looked at it last nite. oh well. that’s the datarock guy.
went it a leetle bit hard last nite, two double jamieson’s cost as much as an entire bottle of bushmill’s. i wanted to get fucked up cos i really wanted to dance but i was too shy.
oh look, it’s working.
i was the first one up there i invented it.
i must’ve hit that chick in the face with my hair a hundred times. she wanted it.
css chick is so amazing i would have cried if i wasn’t too busy dancing mental.
see!!!!!
datarock were my favourite.
i was even having groupie fantasties, g-rated shit, like they would touch my hair and ask me if i was a groupie and i would say no, i am just beautiful, and then they would chortle and we would be fast friends. it was really strange the power they had over me.
Phil: lots pf good pix eh? of
me: totally did u make me look uglier somehow in the pic of me and data guy
Phil: no i didnt modify that one at all
me: hmm oh well i am just ugly and haved wicked bad beer goggles
Phil: no no no you are pretty in that pic too +++
more erica art:
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ever since writing that queef “article” i get gross emails, i use to be all about the gross-factor but now that i am a little old lady sexy talk is akin to barfy talk, look:
subject: pussy farts
hello. i went to your website and i have an opinion on pussy farts. i enjoy them. i love them. i am married but my hubby doesnt’ know how to make my pussy fart. i guess i need to find someone to help me out. btw my email address is ***********@aol.com
ew and if thats yer email WHY DIDNT YOU WRITE ME FROM IT?
that’s how awesome it is to be the first search item on google for pussy fart.
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you can see my arm on jim bryson‘s website yes! success!
it needs to be done, my roots are growing in, my undyed hair is super fine so it looks greasy immediately and like i am going gray and balding even though it’s just an ashy shade of garbage. people voting no, please give a reason WHY thank you.
