Fucking Diggeridooerey! Goddamn!
So we're somewhere right now. Honestly, I could not tell you where since I've had anywhere between two and seven thousand drinks. I also did some sweet heroin, smoked a bushel of crack and probably fellated a lemon tree. Damn.
Daniel TPOG and I are making a smooth jazz band that primarily covers Skynyrd. I am making this effort to reconcile with him since I accidentally impregnated his girlfriend. "Fill me up!" she said. "Fertilize me!" she said. Man. Man, oh, man did I shit the bed.
Anyway, the D.C. show was alright. Pretty much everyone in Fugazi was there, since we were playing an old folks' home for the humorless. Also, Faraquet showed up and said that we're much better musicians than them and a lot heavier. (They're secretly into chug.) Also, Q and Not U came and we beat them up, just on principle. You would've done the same.
We might not survive the night, just so you know. If we show up in the form of fat peoples' coats with bad tribal tattoos, don't be surprised.
Texting is fun if you're fifteen and don't really know how to spell to begin with. If you happen to be familiar with the proper use of the semicolon and you know how to spell "indefatigable," it's prolly not for you. But, given the opportunity, textalicious chicks can and will talk about your ejaculate, their face, et cetera, if you give them your number. Be aware.
The District sleeps alone tonight. I need to be punched to death for saying that. Or just surreptitiously be jerked off in the bathroom. Ooh. Be right back.
Daniel TPOG and I are making a smooth jazz band that primarily covers Skynyrd. I am making this effort to reconcile with him since I accidentally impregnated his girlfriend. "Fill me up!" she said. "Fertilize me!" she said. Man. Man, oh, man did I shit the bed.
Anyway, the D.C. show was alright. Pretty much everyone in Fugazi was there, since we were playing an old folks' home for the humorless. Also, Faraquet showed up and said that we're much better musicians than them and a lot heavier. (They're secretly into chug.) Also, Q and Not U came and we beat them up, just on principle. You would've done the same.
We might not survive the night, just so you know. If we show up in the form of fat peoples' coats with bad tribal tattoos, don't be surprised.
Texting is fun if you're fifteen and don't really know how to spell to begin with. If you happen to be familiar with the proper use of the semicolon and you know how to spell "indefatigable," it's prolly not for you. But, given the opportunity, textalicious chicks can and will talk about your ejaculate, their face, et cetera, if you give them your number. Be aware.
The District sleeps alone tonight. I need to be punched to death for saying that. Or just surreptitiously be jerked off in the bathroom. Ooh. Be right back.
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