The Deal:
3 Sparks
So whats up with life right now? I mean who really knows which way is up in this crazy undercavern maze? If only we were all dwarves, and we could tell how far we were the surface we are as easily as Humans could tell which way is north. I don't know I don't really have anything to talk about. Just life and its crazies.
I'mna throw out some shoutouts thou: cause thats how I do.
616 Spring: sorry I couldn't make it out tonight team, I'm the biggest flake in the world, but I hope shit was epic without me.
3/5 svine crew: you guys are tight I should make more appearances
DSM gang: I can hear you guys in the halls of my mind, I kinda wanna come chill but I have work in the morn
314 pine: you guys have my heart, current and past members, you kids are the jams
104 lomb: I love all of you, sorry i didnt call you today like I said I would, hope the seas have smoothed out
to all my gurc homz: do it, do it now
to my dubs crew: breakin my balls, workin and not workin, its all legit gimmie more CDs
to HH: heartz like one onz biz, wish I wasn't banned
to all my people, I love you all
to all my enemies, watch your back, this city will only offer you so much.
to Lcurl-txt me, i know your shittin bricks but i wanna make sure you got home alright.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
since youre not gunna suggest anything
Drunkzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz:
1 Olde Engurlsh 40
3? Double Rum + Cokes
I don't give a fuck who sara and miles are.. evene if they are learned.
yeah you need to chill out with that shit. so what should we talk about it?
ok so trees with face..... who apparently jack off on each other
nunrape
this intent is the worst ive seen in you
godamn it im just tryin to shift+enter to get down but no it goes dfown on its own
you
re going to hell x2- cuase you got nunraped.
maybe if they have enough i only ghave 5 tabs
5 bar tabs lolololoolololololololololokloV :::bartf::
sao descartes walks into a bar, and says they give me a beer and he drinks it and he lopves with ap and then the bartender says do you want another beer , and descartes says i think not and then he dissapears but he dosent pay his tab. tjhe bar tenders peevfes but he have descates credit csard descards card of crediit!?! ?!?!?11?11/1!?!?>1?1?1?1?1?1?1?!?!?!!?!?
decartes dick is open till 4. loloplollp lolipop
what the fuck is the internet, theres so many erros thats why its a drunk blogggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
I love the internet.
1 Olde Engurlsh 40
3? Double Rum + Cokes
I don't give a fuck who sara and miles are.. evene if they are learned.
yeah you need to chill out with that shit. so what should we talk about it?
ok so trees with face..... who apparently jack off on each other
nunrape
this intent is the worst ive seen in you
godamn it im just tryin to shift+enter to get down but no it goes dfown on its own
you
re going to hell x2- cuase you got nunraped.
maybe if they have enough i only ghave 5 tabs
5 bar tabs lolololoolololololololololokloV :::bartf::
sao descartes walks into a bar, and says they give me a beer and he drinks it and he lopves with ap and then the bartender says do you want another beer , and descartes says i think not and then he dissapears but he dosent pay his tab. tjhe bar tenders peevfes but he have descates credit csard descards card of crediit!?! ?!?!?11?11/1!?!?>1?1?1?1?1?1?1?!?!?!!?!?
decartes dick is open till 4. loloplollp lolipop
what the fuck is the internet, theres so many erros thats why its a drunk blogggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
I love the internet.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
fucking eharmony bullshit
1 Rum and Coke
3 double Rum and Coke(s) (all at Roxy)
ok so what the fuck is up with commercials?
1) the subaru imprzu whatever commerical
side part) milk?! FUCKING MILK!? the universe knows milk isnt really good for you! this shit is crazy staires! dont try to tell me milk is good, I aint no fuckin cow calf! bitch milk aint no good!
anyway, subaru imprezu or what the fuck ever. its the one where the guys like i love my boxer engine and i love anyone else who has it and he puts some coinage in a metere when a cop is coming and the metere is out but its not his but its another subaru. any way he drives off down an ally, thats mad smooth. What fucking kind of ally is that smooth? I live in richmond fucking virginia! There is no such thing as an ally so smooth that you can tokyo drift down it.
2) the tostidos with a hint of jalapeno commerical
what exactly is a hint? curl please your in a super market and "if you dont use your baby maker itll go bad" what the fuck does that even mean. talkin about you mom? are you talkin about having babies or are you talkin about bonin. bonin like the sun wont come up in the morning.
little muffin heads jumped dean in the parking lot cause he was gay
3 double Rum and Coke(s) (all at Roxy)
ok so what the fuck is up with commercials?
1) the subaru imprzu whatever commerical
side part) milk?! FUCKING MILK!? the universe knows milk isnt really good for you! this shit is crazy staires! dont try to tell me milk is good, I aint no fuckin cow calf! bitch milk aint no good!
anyway, subaru imprezu or what the fuck ever. its the one where the guys like i love my boxer engine and i love anyone else who has it and he puts some coinage in a metere when a cop is coming and the metere is out but its not his but its another subaru. any way he drives off down an ally, thats mad smooth. What fucking kind of ally is that smooth? I live in richmond fucking virginia! There is no such thing as an ally so smooth that you can tokyo drift down it.
2) the tostidos with a hint of jalapeno commerical
what exactly is a hint? curl please your in a super market and "if you dont use your baby maker itll go bad" what the fuck does that even mean. talkin about you mom? are you talkin about having babies or are you talkin about bonin. bonin like the sun wont come up in the morning.
little muffin heads jumped dean in the parking lot cause he was gay
Saturday, January 24, 2009
On Relationships
Ok so I don't want this to become a theme but fuck it it's a drunk blog, its supposed o be my the most uncencored shit out thur. no dem internetz
Drinks tonight:
1 High Life 40
1.5 Sparks
Ok so, Kevin Devine is distracting me but I'm gunna rant on for awhile about shit. It's all gunna be really pathetic specific shit that I hope no one gets, cause if you do that means that you're close to it but fuck the internets.
So last night at the show, all I wanted was to hold you hand but you didn;t so i kept telling myself that it was for the better, cause Im not supposed to be getting my hopes up, i told you you're not happening in richmond. whatever. so i told you to txt me and you did and we were gunna hang out but then you were like im too tired im going to bed. and against my better judgment I txted you to see if i could stay over, and I knew there was a better chance of you sayinf yes because ya nighr life. so w/ez i went over, not expecting shit, and even as i sat there with you in bed i was trying to decide if i should leave, and i was kind drunk but i kept drinking to convine myself that this was a good idea. so i stayed, i pretneded like everything was the fucking past and it was all cool. and i woke up early this morning but i keept pretending cause thats what i what i wanted. then i went to work and i started to think about everything. and i kept going in and out of weither or not me staying was a good idea. so i txtd you and then I asked if we should keep hanging out, because really its not good for either of us in real life. and you said maybe i may txt you late tonight. so iwent to a frends house and drank, and i waited for your txt, i chatted up other girls but i waited, all night and nothing, so when i was drunk enough i txtd you and now i dont know what the fuck im doing, all i wanted i had last night but its like fucking poision, ya know, i know its bad for me but it's all i want. its like those old fucking habits of mine. i still think about them but i know its bad and im able to stave it off.
fuck the interent, i hate it all, i hate the music i sing, i hate the life i lead. im leaving this fucking city and whatever.
fuck it all.
I feel like Chris, but he died of a brain hemorage or something.
Drinks tonight:
1 High Life 40
1.5 Sparks
Ok so, Kevin Devine is distracting me but I'm gunna rant on for awhile about shit. It's all gunna be really pathetic specific shit that I hope no one gets, cause if you do that means that you're close to it but fuck the internets.
So last night at the show, all I wanted was to hold you hand but you didn;t so i kept telling myself that it was for the better, cause Im not supposed to be getting my hopes up, i told you you're not happening in richmond. whatever. so i told you to txt me and you did and we were gunna hang out but then you were like im too tired im going to bed. and against my better judgment I txted you to see if i could stay over, and I knew there was a better chance of you sayinf yes because ya nighr life. so w/ez i went over, not expecting shit, and even as i sat there with you in bed i was trying to decide if i should leave, and i was kind drunk but i kept drinking to convine myself that this was a good idea. so i stayed, i pretneded like everything was the fucking past and it was all cool. and i woke up early this morning but i keept pretending cause thats what i what i wanted. then i went to work and i started to think about everything. and i kept going in and out of weither or not me staying was a good idea. so i txtd you and then I asked if we should keep hanging out, because really its not good for either of us in real life. and you said maybe i may txt you late tonight. so iwent to a frends house and drank, and i waited for your txt, i chatted up other girls but i waited, all night and nothing, so when i was drunk enough i txtd you and now i dont know what the fuck im doing, all i wanted i had last night but its like fucking poision, ya know, i know its bad for me but it's all i want. its like those old fucking habits of mine. i still think about them but i know its bad and im able to stave it off.
fuck the interent, i hate it all, i hate the music i sing, i hate the life i lead. im leaving this fucking city and whatever.
fuck it all.
I feel like Chris, but he died of a brain hemorage or something.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
On Secrets/On Small Cities
3 Pyramid (Bottles)
So Richmond is a relatively small city. And thus the grapevine runs deep and entangles much. Ergo, if you want your secrets kept secret, you have to really think about who you let known. Now there are some who you can tell won't keep your secrets secret. So you should look out for those people and learn quickly who will keep your secrets safe. I like to think that I have few if any secrets and that those who know them will keep them safe. I know how quickly news, espeically bad news, can travel in a city where there is so few degrees of seperation between people. With circles so large and people belonging to multiple circles it's odd to think would could find out your most personal things if you tell the wrong person. I feel confident in what I tell people but still, it gets me thinking. Who really knows specific details about my life, how many people know things I don't want them to know? Who knows. Back to David Bowie (maybe)
So Richmond is a relatively small city. And thus the grapevine runs deep and entangles much. Ergo, if you want your secrets kept secret, you have to really think about who you let known. Now there are some who you can tell won't keep your secrets secret. So you should look out for those people and learn quickly who will keep your secrets safe. I like to think that I have few if any secrets and that those who know them will keep them safe. I know how quickly news, espeically bad news, can travel in a city where there is so few degrees of seperation between people. With circles so large and people belonging to multiple circles it's odd to think would could find out your most personal things if you tell the wrong person. I feel confident in what I tell people but still, it gets me thinking. Who really knows specific details about my life, how many people know things I don't want them to know? Who knows. Back to David Bowie (maybe)
Sunday, January 18, 2009
more of a you got a new txt message
Ok so heres the format
a) What I've Drank
B) words
3) closing words?
thats a good format?
SO what I drank for post (1).
1.5 Jooces + 1 Yingling Bottle (longneck (dinosaur))
Lil Soul: Write Quanza dood
Jack: Thats not what he drank
a) What I've Drank
B) words
3) closing words?
thats a good format?
SO what I drank for post (1).
1.5 Jooces + 1 Yingling Bottle (longneck (dinosaur))
Lil Soul: Write Quanza dood
Jack: Thats not what he drank
Saturday, January 17, 2009
LETS DO THIS! LEROY JENKINS!
so at the advice of a very prestigouse friend, ive created a drunk blog. ive already got one for dnd and real life. but im makin a drunk blog. itll be tight. so what to talk about.
number one) when the fuck did richmond get so weak. this is the second night in a row ive been kicked out of a house party. if youre going to have a house party in a fucking colledge town you need to have it in a place where sleeping roomies wont get buggeded and or you need to expect to be up until 5am. seriously. last night it was 1:30 and tonight before 230.
number 2) why the fuck does my phone keep dying? its weak as a bitch! its not even funny how weak this god damn phone is, its not even 3 mothns old? idk its still new and it sucks a fat babies dick. it cuts out when im trying to qwerty txt and then it cuts out randomly
number c) sup with people tryin to chill during break but not really. like I;ve had multiple people be like omg i miss you lets hang out but then nothing. 2-3 weeks of chill time and nothung. fake friends? possibly? not even true but possibly ture. i sitll love you guyws
number 4) lil soul and jack mailnly make bangin posta, like noodles.
number 5) what else idk this is a good palce to end it gotta go back ad link shit
number 6) exs, wtf?
ok so next time, Time travel, saturday morning cartoons, and ESPN the Ocho.
number one) when the fuck did richmond get so weak. this is the second night in a row ive been kicked out of a house party. if youre going to have a house party in a fucking colledge town you need to have it in a place where sleeping roomies wont get buggeded and or you need to expect to be up until 5am. seriously. last night it was 1:30 and tonight before 230.
number 2) why the fuck does my phone keep dying? its weak as a bitch! its not even funny how weak this god damn phone is, its not even 3 mothns old? idk its still new and it sucks a fat babies dick. it cuts out when im trying to qwerty txt and then it cuts out randomly
number c) sup with people tryin to chill during break but not really. like I;ve had multiple people be like omg i miss you lets hang out but then nothing. 2-3 weeks of chill time and nothung. fake friends? possibly? not even true but possibly ture. i sitll love you guyws
number 4) lil soul and jack mailnly make bangin posta, like noodles.
number 5) what else idk this is a good palce to end it gotta go back ad link shit
number 6) exs, wtf?
ok so next time, Time travel, saturday morning cartoons, and ESPN the Ocho.
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