I've got some swanky new shit

I have a kayak now. It has 2 seats and loads of storage space.
 Jake and I used the little boltholes to recue 8 perfectly good tennis balls from the river today. Who chucks 8 new tennis balls into the river? probably one of the homeless fellas with dogs on my road. If his dog doesn't want them, I'm sure mine will.
Kayaks are cool...

Happiness

I'm in a happy place right now. Though I'm certain public transport will shatter that tomorrow like a hammer through sugar glass, I'm liking it. I sent something nice to my GF, posted something on her wall that'll keep the gossipers at bay and tried to cheer up a mate. And if it doesn't work and they don't appreciate it then who cares? At least I proved that I care about people.

Musings on a drive

Ok, so today I drove the furthest I've ever driven so far.
I went from home to Haytor in devon, that's about 200 miles!!1 I am super proud.
only thing was, by halfway home, I was knackered. My dad pulled me over cos I was falling asleep at the wheel and we all nearly died a bit. I had some ice creams and fun with Jake while my parents hiked and I plowed my car into a hedge in order to avoid crashing into a mondeo on a narrow road, IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!! I'd just been down a huge hill and my brakes were burning up and they just didn't wanna work. sometimes it sucks having a midget car.

Another post it story

Here's a slightly more diversely authored story for your delectation.
I don't hear any delectating... come on, go for it.

 DELECTATE.

Quinn

By Green, MedderZ, Will, Gina and Mel

once upon a time there was a wizard who was a jizzard called Quinn who liked to eat trumpet pizza and small children who had large heads that also exploded into a vagina. He lived in a massive cavernous vagina that sat in a cafe in a dragon’s spleen. Also, he was a German guy from France. He liked small children's vagical spells for he was a paedophile wizard who liked felching, which he learned at wizard school. He got an A... for AIDS, and died. The end.

See? lovely ^_^

Post it story #1

from now on I'm going to blog some of the fantastic stories we come up with while we're bored.
by we I mean whoever is credited in the story, i.e. everyone who's bored with me. here we go:

Clive

By Green and Caddy

Once upon a time, there was the darkest man ever. His name was Clive and he was suspect. And I mean suspect TO THE EXTREME! You could hear him analysing texts from the centre of the Maccy's restaurant. Customers would steal Napkins and salt. He would never try to analyse big Macs as they didn't talk to strangers. But Clive knew how to speak maccinese and was soon deep in the river. The Mac’s disagreed with his attitude and violent acronyms. So they fucked him up. The end.

had fun? good. so you should. watch this space...

An advertisement

Ok, so the other day I spoke to a friend from primary school, I think it's been about 6 or 7 years since I last spoke to him, it was great to catch up. This is the guy who first inspired me to take up the piano and having checked out his youtube channel, I saw that he's only gotten better with time, I'd recommend you have a nose at
http://www.youtube.com/user/AlfieHole#p/u/2/bryjoR8kEC8 ;)