barrynicolson (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} barrynicolson) wrote,@ 2005-11-25 01:50:00 |
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Papa's Got A Brand New Spacebag!
So there I was, stoating around Glasgow with nipples like peanuts and my hands turning blue, coming back from Ruth's after watching Withnail & I and complaining about how hungover I was, when it suddenly struck me - I love my friend Richard. I think you will too. Let me tell you about Richard. He's the sort of guy who drives into town to come and pick me up, eat some pakora with me, and drop me off home, all to a soundtrack of Fleetwood Mac albums. He'd give you twosies on his last fag, his last groat in the world, and help you co-write 'M'see M'say: The Musical' when you've got nothing better to do. In short, he ain't heavy, but he is a hoacher. See him and his crotch right here - http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.c
In other news, I feel like James Brown after he's just woken up in the cells after a PCP-fuelled freeway chase, hence the reason I can't go on with this update for much longer. However, now that I've developed as taste for it, when I can remember more about what happened over the last three days, I'll be sure and update it. Right now though, I'm going to curl up into a ball and listen to The Strokes 'till I either get better or die. You stay classy, teh internets.
So there I was, stoating around Glasgow with nipples like peanuts and my hands turning blue, coming back from Ruth's after watching Withnail & I and complaining about how hungover I was, when it suddenly struck me - I love my friend Richard. I think you will too. Let me tell you about Richard. He's the sort of guy who drives into town to come and pick me up, eat some pakora with me, and drop me off home, all to a soundtrack of Fleetwood Mac albums. He'd give you twosies on his last fag, his last groat in the world, and help you co-write 'M'see M'say: The Musical' when you've got nothing better to do. In short, he ain't heavy, but he is a hoacher. See him and his crotch right here - http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.c
In other news, I feel like James Brown after he's just woken up in the cells after a PCP-fuelled freeway chase, hence the reason I can't go on with this update for much longer. However, now that I've developed as taste for it, when I can remember more about what happened over the last three days, I'll be sure and update it. Right now though, I'm going to curl up into a ball and listen to The Strokes 'till I either get better or die. You stay classy, teh internets.
