My Buddies

Guess what? I still have friends. Despite what some might think. I'm not all that popular but I've got me some un-popular pals to so it's alright. Plus I'm not in school anymore so that popularity thing is all bullshit anyhow. For all you still in school trying to get popular, quit trying it's not worth all the fucking trouble. In the real world cliques and shit don't bother you. For all you popular people, get a fucking life and experience other people before you have to leave your respective hell holes.

First we have my for pretend adopted sister, Mally. She's only first because we've done the most legal stuff together and she has a link. :) Mallory's planet of doom

Well my old friends are;

• Mike: I finished our damn story!!! Fuck yeah. For real... Vlad has an end...
• Tara: We're fucking nuts... let's play territorial pissings again... just toss my amp out the window I'll catch it...

My more aged friends;

• Donnie: I'll only play if I get some form of payment in return... I thought you wanted to play with my guitar you forgot to mention that you weren't just bumming it but me too... thanks for teaching me the "right" way to play... ok we've been gambling all night now can we please go home.
• Trav: you weren't such a hard ass...
• Jeremy: cheese cake... I don't know whos shirt that is but I found it under my seat use it for a grease rag... you were never bossy... sorry the team fucked you over like that man....
• Lenny: thanks for all the ink man... I'll be in when taxes come back... sorry about the schizo at Ozzfest...
• Alex: what do you mean you have the shakes? You're fucking piercing my OUCH... Stop giggling you're going to make me drop my ball...
• Olive: I'll only get tattooed by you again if you swear it won't hurt me this time.
• Katie P.(O.): we spent a lot of time at Bill's. Glad we're both out of there now... Gary's good for you he rules.

My new friends;

• Wendy: smut... slut/whore... you fucker... I'm going to get hurt... holy shit look at that house... all those people are going to call the cops...
• Justin: no human contact... old dude hats... business in front/ party in back...
• Mark: Zima... you can't walk a straight line... what's this little scoop for, Kathyyyyy... I puked... we've got problems... pindick... stoners...
• Ryan: Dude I don't dress like this normally... quit laughing... touch my pants...