John Johnson: Boy Scout Extraordinaire

my blogs new nickname is "john: the creepiest boyscout ever"
or something to that affect. Im not 100% sure but it was close to that. Im too lazy to press back a few times and find out for sure. so whatever.
you know what? im not creepy at all. You are just saying that because you caught me peering in your window last week....yah? so what? its not like i was spying or anything...i was just wondering what you guys were up to and the door was locked. big whoop, wanna fight about it??? and when you caught me rummaging through your garbage.....well last time i was there threw out a very important piece of paper by mistake. and I hoped that was the same garbage bag. big fat hairy deal. you dont know me! you dont know me!!!!! John Johnson is the coolest muther facker to ever grace hunny mile howse and you all know it!! admit it!! admit it betches!!!!!!!!
PS i went to the gayrlic festival and entered the garlic eating competition. i won it but then puked all over the table. then everyone else saw me puking and they started puking. like on the sandlot when they are at the carnival and chewing tobacco and going on the rides and then EVERYONE starts puking and barf is flying everyone landing on everyone. thats what happened. it was gross. I had like 30 different peoples puke on me. lots even went in my mouth. even worse, i lost the keys to my house so i coudlnt get in to shower and clean up. so i had to walk around all day in the scorching heat covered in puke that was now starting to bake in the sun.

scooters, vacation, fall

today is friday. Friday is slow.
i wish i could leave work, and go do something fun.
something fun like...uh...the beach? or...a magic tournament with the katimavik ppls...or...perhaps a nice bicycle ride. on a bike with one of those old banana seats, and the tall curved handle bars. and a basket. with my cat in it. streamers flailing off the handle cars...baseball cards in the spokes...maybe even those cool plastic multicoloured things that were popular once upon a time...a nice white straw had on my head....and a bell. cant forget that.
briskly riding through the summery breeze...forgetting about anything and everything...not a care in the world...
I would like a banana...actually i would like any fruit. except a tomato. I dont care if it has seeds. i will never eat it as a fruit.
some loser with a pony tail just walked by. he looked greasy and sleezy. and pimply. i bet he smells. i should spray him with a hose. learn how to bathe M*ther F*cker. BAM pop a cap in yo ass! thats my impression of a gangster....yo....
I have the house to myself all weekend. the 'mates are off doing fun things of which i could not attend. i will sit around alone like a little bitch and eat potato chips and toast. i dont have any other food until i go to WL to the super store. as a matter of fact, i dont even have any cheese. and i do love cheese. with crackers. on toast. on tortilla chips. on macaroni. on tacos. mmmm tacos...maybe i will buy the ingrediants to make tacos today and make them for dinner...that sounds better than toast...but how is one person supposed to eat an entire taco meal that is meant for a family???
think about that one, and get back to me.

Y SO SRS?