I'm too lazy to write something original so I'm just gonna plagerize. Oooh I'm so bad!
In regards to coming over to my house; feast your eyes upon this convo:
Cookies4Grandma: Is anyone else a-coming?
Cookies4Grandma: But honestly col...
Lactaid Lady: what
Cookies4Grandma: if Sudhanshu is coming, I don't want to be there.
Lactaid Lady: lol
Lactaid Lady: you had me
Cookies4Grandma: score!
Lactaid Lady: i was about to type, dont worry if your tired you dont have to come over
Cookies4Grandma: lol
Lactaid Lady: i was being all sincere and what not
Cookies4Grandma: You just want to make out with Suds AND Jon
Lactaid Lady: yep
Lactaid Lady: i'm a hoe
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Saturday, December 28, 2002
Wednesday, December 25, 2002
A Merry Christmas Indeed.
Ok this is what happened. We went over to my relatives and ate and such. It began to snow on the way home so it took some time to get back. Alas, once we landed my brother threw a snowball he would later regret. It's destiny was to hit my father square in the head, he laughed, my dad threw some back. I went inside. Then I got on this fine machine (computer) to check my mail. Then revenge was had. Out of NO WHERE my dad comes in and gets my brother in a head lock. I had no clue what was going on. Shawn was desperately trying to escape and thats when I knew my dad was unleashing his internal fury. Yes people, a horrible fart was ripped onto the body of my brother over and over again. Shawn got out of my fathers grasp and stated that, "I can taste it!"
Sudhanshu sat on the floor, unbeknownst to the smell, when the wave of gas flooded his nostrals. The smell was spreading. He cried out, "OH MY GOD!!" I knew I would be next and braced my nose. I said, "I'm not going to breathe." But alas, my attempts failed. Oh, the humanity.
Ok this is what happened. We went over to my relatives and ate and such. It began to snow on the way home so it took some time to get back. Alas, once we landed my brother threw a snowball he would later regret. It's destiny was to hit my father square in the head, he laughed, my dad threw some back. I went inside. Then I got on this fine machine (computer) to check my mail. Then revenge was had. Out of NO WHERE my dad comes in and gets my brother in a head lock. I had no clue what was going on. Shawn was desperately trying to escape and thats when I knew my dad was unleashing his internal fury. Yes people, a horrible fart was ripped onto the body of my brother over and over again. Shawn got out of my fathers grasp and stated that, "I can taste it!"
Sudhanshu sat on the floor, unbeknownst to the smell, when the wave of gas flooded his nostrals. The smell was spreading. He cried out, "OH MY GOD!!" I knew I would be next and braced my nose. I said, "I'm not going to breathe." But alas, my attempts failed. Oh, the humanity.
Tuesday, December 24, 2002
Tonight we were eating a mighty fine Christmas dinner and Sudhanshu realized that the wine glasses we were all drinking from were different. And as you should know, different means not the same. So there we are drinking from our non-matching glasses and my mom asks what that means. Both Sudie and I say how it means we are all individuals and each glass should be appreciated for what it is. Then my mom states, "oh wow, man you guys are deep."
Currently I am watching the documentary of the Evanson's 1989 and let me tell you, I never knew my voice could be so high. Oh and I have a semi-mullet. ROCK ON!
Currently I am watching the documentary of the Evanson's 1989 and let me tell you, I never knew my voice could be so high. Oh and I have a semi-mullet. ROCK ON!
Sunday, December 22, 2002
Sorry I havent updated, I got back from college and I could lie and say I've been so busy that I couldnt, but thats a lie. When you have nothing to do, getting up is just such a hassel and you get SO lazy. I hope this laziness doesnt go to far and I dont let myself go. If that happens, then all the old ladies of the town will gossip about what happened to me, because I was just so energetic n such.
May it be known---------
I realize I have fans of the website, and sometimes I feel obligated to write stuff and then I look at it like homework instead of fun time to write. But alas, it tis my fate. For I hath made it a link from my AIM profile online and thus the people hast clicked and the "oldschool" was birthed. For ever and ever shall it reign. Yippy Skippy.
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May it be known---------
I realize I have fans of the website, and sometimes I feel obligated to write stuff and then I look at it like homework instead of fun time to write. But alas, it tis my fate. For I hath made it a link from my AIM profile online and thus the people hast clicked and the "oldschool" was birthed. For ever and ever shall it reign. Yippy Skippy.
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