Monthly Archives: June 2007
A hard lesson
some guy didnt believe i was a thai boxer so he wanted me to hit him. now he has a bruise the size of my fist on his chest and a bruised ego (colby)
Crook-lyn
The car in front of me has bullet holes in the trunk. real ones. i love bklyn. (cu2co3oh2)
A hit parade
crossing off “riding on a float in a gay pride parade” from my list of 1001 things to do in my lifetime (dan1657)
Friday on my mind
Going to bed alone at 11pm on a Friday night. Wait, weren’t my 20′s supposed to be enjoyable? (andreakw)
Deal Or No Deal
Can you ask [name withheld] if he wants 15g of base for 150notes, a mate of mine needs to shift it.
Respect my aufority
Listening to man behind me on the bus boast about how he tell his baby mama he don’t do emotional relationships or take no police aufority. (ruperthowe)
Ticket to ride
Waiting for the bus. it’s like waiting for the man, but without lou reed or heroin. (babyK)
Made up
Spotted on the queen streetcar: a woman using a paintbrush to apply eye shadow. not a small paintbrush, either. (andreakw)
Under-where?
I can find any number of my housemate’s pants, but not my memory stick nor my back-up memory stick. Help. Cannot store data in pants. (cleanskies)
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