so on new years eve, after much alcohol i was persuaded into putting these pjamas on and then jump over the fire. i hate me when im drunk, i get too rowdy.
otherwise it was a fun new years, any of you got photos from whatever you didddd?
While skiing yesterday I took little side trail that ended with a 6 foot drop onto flat ground. The drop was completely hidden and I didn't expect it to be there. The result was my knee meeting my face and breaking a pair of my ski goggles and a nice cut.
Samir: No one in this country can ever pronounce my name right. It's not that hard: Samir Na-gheen-an-a-jar. Nagheenanajar. Michael Bolton: Yeah, well at least your name isn't Michael Bolton. Samir: You know there's nothing wrong with that name. Michael Bolton: There was nothing wrong with it... until I was about 12 years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys. Samir: Hmm... well why don't you just go by Mike instead of Michael? Michael Bolton: No way. Why should I change? He's the one who sucks.
So why don't you cut your hair or grow it 4 feet long.
So why don't you cut your hair or grow it 4 feet long.
My hair doesn't really grow long. It just...fro's. And fuck that, I was born with this hair and have had it for like 2 years. This douche left fields it and all of a sudden I'm the look-a-like? I have spun it to my favor. Like the other day some guy said I looked like him so I asked him "would you buy the kid who looks like Superbad a beer?" 3 beers later and I had a new drunk friend!