So I had a lovely time in Toronto this weekend. I got home yesterday because my Grandma called and she wasn't feeling well and was asking me when I would be home and such. I knew she was hinting at me wanting to come home so I did. Anyway. Friday after work. I come home and relax for a bit before getting on the bus downtown. It was enjoyable trip. I basically Just listened to Spawn of Possession, and Beneath the Massacre the whole way. Anyways. When I got down to Union Station, I gave Jimmy a call. Being that he is a stupid slut who never fails to put out, I am generally guaranteed to see him while I am in town. When I called him he was with Kayla. They had just finished their fourth attempt at making babies. Me being the polite non-offensive fellow that I am, said that I could go do something else for a while. But Jimmy insisted they were finished for now despite Kayla's protests in the backround.
She really likes the cock. So I get there and both their hairstyles look like Piccaso combed it. They had the stench of feramones and urine. You know that shit got kinky yo. Kayla's pants where a little more stained than usual. This time the culprit wasn't a pen or a marker if you catch my drift. So I brought wine. About three bottles. Jimmy and Kayla decided to split on a cheap bottle of vinaigrette... ahem, I mean wine. So we went and got it. There was a huge fucking lineup in the LCBO due to it being near closing on a friday and as well as being downtown Toronto. I told Kayla how to check the sugar code on a wine. Now she will know her wine label shit more. You wouldn't know how much that coms in handy. Especially if you hate sugar in your wine as much as I do. So we went back to Jimmy's and commenced on the drinking and smoking. Mike Dowdall and Nicole soon showed up. Also Jimmy's roomate Andrea was there, and her pocket cock, Mark. Or boyfriend as you Jesus fuckers love to say.
When they showed up, the party began. We were all just drinking with it occasionally being broken up to go outside for a cigarette. Oh and we burned a really bad book. Morgan left The Devil Wears Prada at Jimmy's. So we had a book burning. Because it is a shitty book. Lucky for me I was in the presence of people going to school for this particular art. So a fitting place to burn a bad book. Another reason is it belonged to a shitty person. Now her wig and her stupid emo glasses are next. Haha. That hair will go up nicely. At some point during the evening I ran and got Mike and I california Sandwhiches, which I am sure I have already mentioned as being the best sandwhiches I have ever had, period. They are that good. And I am not even a sandwhich lover. Oh and I tried Belmonts. I used to smoke Belmont Milds for years as my brand of cigarette. But they came out wqith a regular one and I think Nicole bought them. But the regular ones were far to light as well. I like my cigarettes to punch me in the back of the throat.
If I don't feel the cancer kicking my cells when they are down, it isn't a strong enough cigarette for me. Around 12:30 A.M. Kayla had to go home because she had work in the morning and she needed to masturbate and clean Jimmy's cum out of her hair. Dowdall and Nicole went to some bar. I didn't go because I was meeting up with Dave motherfucking Power at 1 A.M. That is when he got off work. Then him Jimmy and I sat around at his place. Drinking a nice Bottle of Jackson-Triggs 2003 Meritage. Black Label. Proprietors Reserve. Mmmm. So good. Smoked joints and bowls. Played some Halo 2 which Jimmy really fuckin' sucked at. Then we watched Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Which is a fucking great stoner movie. After that went to sleep. The next day I didn't do anything. Just woke up and went home because My Grandma needed me. Which brings me to now. Just before I have to go to work. The Leafs won in Overtime last night in an amazingly entertaining hockey game.
If you aren't into that shit you mine as well just kill yourself for having no point to live. Seriously. Go. Do. It. Now. There are many methods. Rope. Gun. Knife. Pills. Alcohol. Gravity. House Cleaners. Anyways. Part of this blog post is fabrication. You have to figure out which parts are true and which aren't. Good luck. Don't you love how my paragraphs don't make sense? I just basically write it all as one paragraph. Because I don't like to interrupt my flow. As you know I blog more than most everyone out there. People who don't like to read will only skim over a lengthy blog like mine. But I just besically choose a spot that looks like the beginning of a sentence and seperate it. Making paragrapgs completely random. Because I don't care. Just to make the read a little easier. Not to make it correct. Because paragraphs bother me. They are only there for you readers on request. Oh yeah. The picture is just basically saying "fuck you" to everyone who is reading this. MUCH LOVE!!
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