Oh the possibilities of stuff I could do knowing the world would end soon.
Well I would start by having a medium pepperoni and onion pizza with 3 monsters for breakfast so I'd have energy. Then I would steal my Dads truck and drive down to the Kitchener skate park and shred for awhile because I would miss that when I'm dead and then I'd go over to my girlfriends house and eat icecream and a ton of junk food and just rap, smoke, and do some drugs so the end was awesome looking.
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Wednesday, 30 May 2012
How can you be a Grinch?
The title says it all... How can you not like the Christmas season? Like what doesn't sound appealing about huge dinners with family and friends, candy cane ice cream being sold again, a bunch of presents under the tree, the smile on someones face when you get them the present they've always wanted, and a bunch of cool looking houses that are all lit up. I have to say, other then my birthday Christmas time is my favorite time of the year. So there you have it folks! Team Ho Ho Ho all the way!
The weed wasn't enough for Californian teens
Now you probably can imagine the laugh I got out of seeing a news article about teens getting themselves drunk off of hand sanitizer and getting alcohol poisoning after just talking to my Mom about how dumb some teens can actually be. Teenagers are using methods from YouTube in California to extract the alcohol from hand sanitizer and drink it getting themselves wasted in one shot. Now that's what you call a clean drink.
Me and Poetry and how we only sometimes agree
Oh poetry, oh poetry,
why are you usually so boring.
I usually read thee,
and end up snoring.
But other times thy ain't so bad,
like in Eminem
when he raps like mad.
You must agree, and be able to see,
that rap is poetry because it rhymes
although its mostly about drugs and crime.
Either way I gotta go,
my rents want me to shovel the snow.
So I hope that we can both agree,
Poetry sometimes ain't bad for a guy like me.
why are you usually so boring.
I usually read thee,
and end up snoring.
But other times thy ain't so bad,
like in Eminem
when he raps like mad.
You must agree, and be able to see,
that rap is poetry because it rhymes
although its mostly about drugs and crime.
Either way I gotta go,
my rents want me to shovel the snow.
So I hope that we can both agree,
Poetry sometimes ain't bad for a guy like me.
Moi Pet Peeve
You know those people who TyPe LikE thIs WhEN tHey'Re tExtiNg You and it gets really annoying after like two words of it. Well that is my pet peeve. I want to walk right up to them and rip the Caps key right out of their keyboard. Like seriously how ignorant or lazy do you have to be to not realise your letters are shooting up randomly in the middle of the word.Or do you just think that's how English works? Truthfully I don't care. Either way figure out what you're doing on your keyboard and text me when you can type properly.
Peace!!!!
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
The Barn
The group all trudge towards the creaky, wooden door.
Chairs in a crircle round the table on the floor.
Buddies on the left, Woman on the right,
What more could you ask for in life?
Take a seat, dont worry about heat. Pigs cant see.
Unload your heavy shoulders, but dont be in a hurry.
For we got drinks, buddies and no worries.
Well as we begin to talk about our troubles,
the ones the twos, the doubles.
We know how to escape to our bubble.
Of bliss, and happiness.
So pass me that bucket and lighter,
so I can burn brighter, going higher then a telephone wire.
I admire, these days where we chill with "our family"
and get rid of our misery.
Chairs in a crircle round the table on the floor.
Buddies on the left, Woman on the right,
What more could you ask for in life?
Take a seat, dont worry about heat. Pigs cant see.
Unload your heavy shoulders, but dont be in a hurry.
For we got drinks, buddies and no worries.
Well as we begin to talk about our troubles,
the ones the twos, the doubles.
We know how to escape to our bubble.
Of bliss, and happiness.
So pass me that bucket and lighter,
so I can burn brighter, going higher then a telephone wire.
I admire, these days where we chill with "our family"
and get rid of our misery.
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