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[15 Mar 2010|04:02pm] |
Best dog ever. Like seriously. The way he like keeps those sausages dry? Amazing.
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[27 Feb 2010|08:36pm] |
So I went home last weekend for a visit because I ran out of clean underwear and my mom offered to do my laundry so I could see my parents, and brothers and sisters and yadayadayada. Anyways, the home cooked food was good as hell, and seeing the family wasn't that bad. It was Grandpap's birthday, so we had a party (which of course wasn't as good as my party, if you know what I mean) actually it was better had some people from the retirement home over, and then later once everyone left it was the traditional Fabray Home Video Marathon. Usually I don't mind these. I was a damn cute kid, alright? I mean curly hair, big brown eyes. I was a knockout. Actually, I still am. Right ladies? ;) Anyways I figured we'd stick to Grandpap related videos. Which for the most part we did. Though since he's ancient and I don't think they even had like... photos when he was a kid, we watched any video he was in. And considering he's well my grandpa and shit, he's in them a lot. Still I didn't think we had to watch... the video.
So I my sister went through this phase where I my sister liked to watch Mary Poppins. Like, every single day. And we only had one TV, so everyone else sort of had to watch what ever was on there. And I threw a fit if it wasn't Mary fucking Poppins. Well anyways, to cut the story short I my sister sort of went through this phase where I she'd only talk in a British accent. It was during this phase that I she had a solo in some stupid school chorus concert and.. well.. I sort of sang that in a British accent too. To this day I she can't live it down.
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[31 Jan 2010|10:23am] |
YO REVERE ARE YOU READY TO PARTAY?! CAUSE GUESS WHAT. CHRIS FABRAY IS IN THE HOUSE AND I'M ABOUT TO BRING YOU THE MOST MIND BLOWING, BEST DAMN PARTAY YOU WILL EVER SEE. I hope I'm talking about popping out the foosball table, music pumping, pretty lady attracting partay that any of you have ever seen. Cause clearly, you haven't partied until you've attended a CHRIS FABRAY PARTAY!
I mean seriously. I throw amazing parties. Like there was this one time? In high school? Like woah. Hah. Totally awesome. Just.. wooah. You so had to be there. And no one was but me and my mom. Talk about good times, Revere. Good times. And then this other time? In college? The dorm rooms may be small, but the fun is huge. I'm talking getting drunk until the crack of dawn, fine pieces of ass loosing their tops, and everyone getting it on with each other. Too bad I wasn't invited. Just try and prepare yourself, Revere. I know it'll be hard, but... try.
So yeah. Hot chicks. Dudes. Be there or be square at Graves Road Apartments, (3B) Friday night, around five six seven eight or something. Show up when ever the hell you like just please show up and bring some booze, pin the tail on the donkey, and some hot, hot chicks!
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[16 Jan 2010|09:42am] |
Saturday mornings are always the shit. I always got a killer hangover, have to usher the dog ladies out of my pad to go to the bathroom get their fine, fine, asses stumbling home. Busy, busy, busy. Work was hell this week, I think my boss tried to feel me up so I always like to unwind with a beer in my hand and some nice ladies on each arm. Luckily I'm the hot stud that I am and that's a big big problem no problem at all. So Revere, I'm thinking about throwing a mindblowing, off the fucking wall, craziness occurring in every damn square inch of my apartment, party in a couple weeks. The real question isn't if you want to come please, please come but if you think you can survive.
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[31 Dec 2009|09:10am] |
Man this is fucking cliche, but you know what I miss most being away from home? The cheesesteaks. Oh my god I could live off of those bad boys. I mean, I just want to marry one of those fucking things. They're that good. Course they're only good if you go to the right places. My mom got all pissy cause I went out to get one right before Christmas dinner. You'd think after twenty-something years of raising me, she'd realize I can pack away a cheesesteak, ham, potatoes, green bean casserole, dinner rolls, and dessert with little to no problems, apart from loosening up my belt. Course I don't have to do that myself. I've got some fine assed ladies willing to do that for me if you know what I'm saying.
Speaking of fine asses, you should've seen the girls I was picking up last night. I was swarming with sweet honeys. Had to practically beat them off with a stick before reassuring them there was enough of me for everyone to get a piece. We headed back to my place and well I'll leave it up to your dirty minds to imagine what happened. I sat at home with my dog, and played Guitar Hero. It was just a fucking sweet night. I mean I did get a new high score on Guitar Hero so..
Heh. You should see the Santa hat my sister got for Waldo. I mean that dog already looked like one depressed son of a bitch, but now? Now he looks festive and depressed. Guess it goes with the wrinkley face and all that shit, but still. I just want to give that dog some happy pills or something. Maybe a nice lady dog friend? Any other suggestions to get Mr. Mopeypants out of his rut of doggie depression?
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[27 Dec 2009|09:19am] |
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