Saturday, January 17, 2009

Brush-Foot, Bleed-Groap

what would it be like to be the first human MAN to straighten his hair...
do you think his girlfriend made him do it? or did it to him somehow...?
was he made fun of by the other guys in his school?
was he freaked out about how his hair floating everywhere?
do you think he was maybe a druggy and was high on crack (pills) at the time so he didn't notice?

would it suck to be Keith Moon's Hi-Hat symbol?
WRONG!
he didn't use a hi-hat symbol you fools!
but it would suck to be him clash :S
always breaking, and flimsy-ing around the place :S

forget it, it's not worth it.

i got so much for this holiday season!
mostly jones soda... actually mostly jones soda. like a lot of jones flippin soda! and t-shirts :)

you know those Wind-A-Flashlights?
the ones you got in your stocking on Christmas (no... Halloween)
those are awesome, i have about three because Regal kept coming out with new models.. .so im proud to say i am a loving owner of all three models... because they went out of business three years after this thrifty invention.

"doing a gay assignment in the gay class called: this one! in the believable deliberance of animal meth and candy necklaces due to a fricken blob of profile paper flamboyant mates and a Jew full of dogs which charges the admission truck of $doo, considerate the watches clock that David killed his pet mink and foiled the potatoe salads in the dining room. not the bedroom which is where his parents: mother, father, and god, decided he would be better off as a homosexual, not that i just said "Hay, Betches! i want to find about 90 handsome, attractive young boys to help me decorate my apartment"...
this person was shot many repeated times with a mini gun, then after the study of gawd zilla was determined, the sounds of the wintry north was implemented as the most psychedelic experience of the 1970's, even more so then the Jimi Hendrix recorder: Purple Side Of The Hazy Wall. founded in 1970's The Purple Side Of The Hazy Wall, the record won pretty much no awards, except the 1971 music's most stupid award of the century, Jimi Hendrix ended his life instead of going to the presentation of the award. instead he stayed in his flat in waterfordloodown and over-indulged himself in shag-power's most famous actor: Goldbender. Jimi ended his life at first sight of the fat gay. Jimi's favorite activities included: drugs, alcoholics, building desks, playing banjo, eating crepes, texting oldsterly guys, snorting plum seeds, binder weaving, and smashing his grandma's fruits on the back porch-railing. escape is the most timely death defying miller with day cooper blah blah.
this class is boring due to the fact that this class SUCKS and i want to go make out with a goat named Franklin in Scotland, Wordsdale. but he has been throwing up a lot lately, and is crying excessively due to the twat named Ryan that is sitting in front. this is my greatest creation. when i go to college to be an insurance broker i am going to hang it on the wall as an inspiration... Joel in grade 11 history class... prooooobably instead of a very important note that Mr. Johnson gave us...

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