jun26

So,

Quite the weekend. Jeez. Ok well, friday was redicilous. between the 3 of us drinking, no body remembers going home. took me 2 days to fully recover. It was a good thing timmy (?) and i talked to cara for a total of about 2 hours for our 4 hour adventure other wise we would have no idea what happened. Im still a little slow. It was weird, (fuc)(drun)kin steve wasnt even there. Poor guy. I hope he is still alive. Not much else happened this weekend except a bunch of tv and a mtb ride with devil and mikey. we went to the hobo camp, it was sweet. Oh yea me adam and timmy went to the como zoo. It was sweet, except we were hungover and there were 843289982858929493993 people there with their kids, kid holsters, kid rollers, kid strollers. It made me nervous. mainly because i have yet to figure out how to control my swearing. "holy shit, look at that fuckin monkey" you know? cant you hear me say that around like 7-5year olds? It also made me not want to get old. Aparently old, to me, means kids and a huge fat ass. mabie balding too. I think i also have a fear of getting old and buying department store bikes. I know it actually wouldnt happen, but it seems old people just buy em and strap em to their RV's. Thats another thing, fuckin RV's. Perhaps i should move to europe, people dont do shit like that when they get older there right? Fuckin americans and their dreams. What the hell does rant mean?

"you mean there is more than 2 of em out there?"- devil

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