Quiet Please Children.. Take Your Seats..
Cross Your Legs.. Most Importantly..
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
So.. I'm going through day eight of the chemical free zone known as the beginning of spring. I decided to break the rules at work and read the blog.. And what was I faced with.. Pablo and Jeff arguing.. Again.. And then Allan slamming some ass with a fantastic comeback in which I agree with.. One Hundred Percent.
Okay I have a few issues with the last few posts..
One: "Grow Up - Followed by snarling" Pablo. Shut your fucking face up now cunt! I may have to grow up.. But you know that you have allot more growing up to do then I do. Fo' instance, though you may now be working.. I still think you have to obtain a "grown up" trait known as responsibility.. In which you have none of currently.. This is proven by people having to drive you around or wake you up or transport your shit. Now.. You are a very accountable person (as in you account for your own actions) however, you lose shit allot.. your often late and ever since you got rid of your "to do" lists your life has fallen apart.. hence the fact that you have a low level of responsibility. do I make myself clear? Now.. don’t go bragging about who needs to grow up..
Two: Kansas informed you that the house was a mess every time he came home.. Well.. Did he tell you about your guests. Did he tell you how I cleaned up everything I was responsible for. Did he tell you that the dishes weren't washed.. once.. did he tell you Steve and autumn were living there? did he tell you autumn cleaned the whole place only to have it turn into a pigsty by the end of the week with me being there only thrice? I think you have to get the correct facts from here on in before you start pointing your rhythmically deficient fingers..
Three: I fixed your fucking door. I also put your clothes on your bed, which were originally on the floor.. How they got there I don't know.. But I did my best to clean up the shit that I had left in there. You might want to speak to Megs about the mess in your room.. I think that hoe had something to do with it.
Four: Duty of care means shit. You did not stipulate that Jeff or Kansas were to watch your things. Not once did I even hear you ask for their help to mind your shit.. Hence the "duty of care" factor is waived..
Five: Writing ad's is only difficult because you are not a creative person naturally. You need to have something to rip off before you can write a good add.. So start studying billboards so that you can establish some ideas.
Six: Jeff. just because Pablo is back you don't have to make up your hatred for him. I know you love him. SO just lay off the whole "I hate Pablo shamoozle"..
Seven: I will clean the concrete with Allan.. Eventually.. And I mean eventually.. The way I see it.. The concrete is getting burnt still.. Just at a very slow almost volcanic rate. I was told to use OMO or CLR.. so I will organize that.
Eight: I hate being woken up. Get used to it. It's a part of life Jeff. When you have kids you'll understand. At least that’s what I’ve been told.
Nine: Jeff.. The eye of your penis is horizontal. I'm sure of it.
Ten: "The Richards Approach".. Now.. it's landed him with a fucked motor. Driving the Suzuki.. A lost managers job.. Fat as fuck sideburns.. Early sleeps and weekend work which is making him more money than the band has ever made.. He still lives at home and is enjoying himself.. Richards just plays it cool.. Unlike everyone else apart from Allan. ohh.. I almost forgot. You have to buy him a new dreamcast Pablo. As his is fucked thanks to you.. Damn you.. And your irresponsible nature.
So.. back to my life.. Well. I have my fantasy football draft this weekend which is going to be fun. None of you fucks understand fantasy football and it is complex so I won't begin to explain.. nonetheless it's fun and stuff.. but I have to be up at 6am to do the draft or I’m at risk of having a shitty team so I won't be going to hard on Friday night.
I finally bought a pinch hitter pipe.. with it's own spring-loaded box and all.. It's my first brass pipe and it's nice.. Apart from yesterdays "I packed a stick into the box and now where the fuck is it" episode. .. all has now been sorted and it's all good..
I worked out that if the following message was printed on a t-shirt with some chicks doing the whole Car Wash thing it would be a pretty cool shirt.
Cross Your Legs.. Most Importantly..
SHUT THE FUCK UP!
So.. I'm going through day eight of the chemical free zone known as the beginning of spring. I decided to break the rules at work and read the blog.. And what was I faced with.. Pablo and Jeff arguing.. Again.. And then Allan slamming some ass with a fantastic comeback in which I agree with.. One Hundred Percent.
Okay I have a few issues with the last few posts..
One: "Grow Up - Followed by snarling" Pablo. Shut your fucking face up now cunt! I may have to grow up.. But you know that you have allot more growing up to do then I do. Fo' instance, though you may now be working.. I still think you have to obtain a "grown up" trait known as responsibility.. In which you have none of currently.. This is proven by people having to drive you around or wake you up or transport your shit. Now.. You are a very accountable person (as in you account for your own actions) however, you lose shit allot.. your often late and ever since you got rid of your "to do" lists your life has fallen apart.. hence the fact that you have a low level of responsibility. do I make myself clear? Now.. don’t go bragging about who needs to grow up..
Two: Kansas informed you that the house was a mess every time he came home.. Well.. Did he tell you about your guests. Did he tell you how I cleaned up everything I was responsible for. Did he tell you that the dishes weren't washed.. once.. did he tell you Steve and autumn were living there? did he tell you autumn cleaned the whole place only to have it turn into a pigsty by the end of the week with me being there only thrice? I think you have to get the correct facts from here on in before you start pointing your rhythmically deficient fingers..
Three: I fixed your fucking door. I also put your clothes on your bed, which were originally on the floor.. How they got there I don't know.. But I did my best to clean up the shit that I had left in there. You might want to speak to Megs about the mess in your room.. I think that hoe had something to do with it.
Four: Duty of care means shit. You did not stipulate that Jeff or Kansas were to watch your things. Not once did I even hear you ask for their help to mind your shit.. Hence the "duty of care" factor is waived..
Five: Writing ad's is only difficult because you are not a creative person naturally. You need to have something to rip off before you can write a good add.. So start studying billboards so that you can establish some ideas.
Six: Jeff. just because Pablo is back you don't have to make up your hatred for him. I know you love him. SO just lay off the whole "I hate Pablo shamoozle"..
Seven: I will clean the concrete with Allan.. Eventually.. And I mean eventually.. The way I see it.. The concrete is getting burnt still.. Just at a very slow almost volcanic rate. I was told to use OMO or CLR.. so I will organize that.
Eight: I hate being woken up. Get used to it. It's a part of life Jeff. When you have kids you'll understand. At least that’s what I’ve been told.
Nine: Jeff.. The eye of your penis is horizontal. I'm sure of it.
Ten: "The Richards Approach".. Now.. it's landed him with a fucked motor. Driving the Suzuki.. A lost managers job.. Fat as fuck sideburns.. Early sleeps and weekend work which is making him more money than the band has ever made.. He still lives at home and is enjoying himself.. Richards just plays it cool.. Unlike everyone else apart from Allan. ohh.. I almost forgot. You have to buy him a new dreamcast Pablo. As his is fucked thanks to you.. Damn you.. And your irresponsible nature.
So.. back to my life.. Well. I have my fantasy football draft this weekend which is going to be fun. None of you fucks understand fantasy football and it is complex so I won't begin to explain.. nonetheless it's fun and stuff.. but I have to be up at 6am to do the draft or I’m at risk of having a shitty team so I won't be going to hard on Friday night.
I finally bought a pinch hitter pipe.. with it's own spring-loaded box and all.. It's my first brass pipe and it's nice.. Apart from yesterdays "I packed a stick into the box and now where the fuck is it" episode. .. all has now been sorted and it's all good..
I worked out that if the following message was printed on a t-shirt with some chicks doing the whole Car Wash thing it would be a pretty cool shirt.
The Evolution of Awesomeness
Average
Good
Great
Wonderful
Fantastic
Awesome
Good
Great
Wonderful
Fantastic
Awesome
Pablo.. Be sure you start acting your age. Remember your twenty-two now.. Not thirteen..
Ahh.. Free speech is a beautiful thing.
- Austin.
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