Yeah, my brackets are used unnecessarily and are completely out of order. they're also done correctly...so what? im a master bracketteer. deal with it. Bitch.
Sorry bout that. some bitch thinks my brackets aren't necessary. Anyway. So i was fully pumped yesterday! epic jam at Ma Boi, Eddy's!!! gone be epic! got ma breakdown groove on, waiting for a stick stickly cover to happen! got me attack attack rollin all up in ma shit! got to the E-dogs house at 2:03. wasnt early, wasnt late...much. Had a strange sentence circling in my head all day, "Hope it's the right day?" *turns to julie, my sister, in the car, "its thursday today right?" ...julie says, "yeah, course"....i dismiss all possibilty i could have the wrong day.*
I got to eddillity's house, rang that bitches mothersweetin door bell, i mean, i rang it good! if someone rang my door bell that good, i'd definately let them play my pokemon heartgold.....maybe not.
Nessecary Sub-reference: "You can ring my Be-e-ell, ring ma bell"
so Eddy sprinted, because of my epic bell ring, from his hair-mirror and comb at lightning pace shoving his mother out of the way as she was cleaning his "for-being-awesome-hair" trophies....to the door.
(I think eddy uses this, it the only way his hair could be so awesome).
So....
eddsticklemanipples opened the door and see's me, face contorting, yes, contorting, from the smile bearing face miguel would wear after watching a racist act being performed, to that of the face when i found out attack attack! were not to be coming to perth for their australia appearance. Eddy waved his hand at me and i opened with a real smooth line, "have i got the right day?".....eddy says nothing, but shakes his head slowly from side to side. followed with, "Nobody told you?. *in my mind: .......FUUUUUUUUCK!!!*
yeah, turns out it wasnt on. it had been cancelled. so it was quite embarrasing for myself.
It was a traumatic experience and the only way ill ever get over it is if somehow, starbursts rain on me while im playing drums to attack attack!...but whats the possibilty THAT will ever happen? definately not at the NEXT jam session. SURELY not. it would be outrageous to think that something that crazy woul- FUCKING SHOWER ME WITH FUCKING STARBURSTS WHILE IM PLAYING DRUMS TO ATTACK ATTACK! MOTHER FUCKERS!!!
and that is all. no hard feelings.
starburst shower-dreaming,
Un-starburst-showered-on-Conor.
P.S. This is what my dreams look like...
P.S. Thats took me freakin ages to make. you better enjoy it!
And i dont need any comments about my photoshopping skills! i know they are the bomb-diggidy.
oh, and its not really photoshop skills, that would have been easier. i did it with paint, multiple images, microsoft office picture manager and layered on microspft word to screen print and paste on paint. hahaha, geneous. enjoy.
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ReplyDeleteI thought I was E-Dog...
oh hey E-Dog. No. your not.
ReplyDeleteCya E-Dog!
YOUR PHOTOSHOP SKILLS SUCK
ReplyDeletePRIMARILY BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT PHOTOSHOP SKILLZ !
GOTTA GET SOME OTHA' PHAT BEATZ POPPIN WITHOUT THA MAD ATTAKZ ATTAKZ
R3Pr3ZeNT3 !
EMERSON IT IS UP 2 U 2 BRING STARBURST SO THAT HE MAY BE SHOWERRED IN ALL HIS ATTACK ATTACK GLORY!!!!!!!!! considering its ur fault :D. someone bring a synth so i can get my funk on 2 stick stickly...
ReplyDeleteYES!!! SYNTH!!!
ReplyDeleteOMG MOST EPIC STORY I've read in a long time! Better than John Grisham!
ReplyDeleteYou should write a book full of awesome spelling 'errors' and totally publish that bitch just too fuck with the English Literature Community!
i have pictures too. does John Grisham have pictures? no he doesnt. there you go.
ReplyDelete(and if grisham does have pictures, he doesnt anymore)
i want the starburst shampoo to be real :(
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