Shark. I saw your brother Levi yesterday at the festivities wandering around in his stupid gumby suit with a two litre bottle of root beer and a sign that read "free hugs" We couldn't figure out who it was for a long time until he stood calling teeson's name and T was a little freaked out, so I went over and stretched out my arms and he goes "No, I want Tyson." Let me tell you, my feelings were a little bit hurt. Anyways I eventually got a hug so it was all good. Even though he had portable speakers in his suit playing "Sexy Bitch".
We also saw Dayne doing unspeakable things with his girlfriend, both of them wearing monkey hats from Coombaya.
All in all, it was the worst Canada Day of my life. It was freezing and raining and everyone was smoking something or other and at one point I was biking across town wearing an outfit assembled entirely from male friend's sweatsuits, the pants being designed to fit a twelve year old, or Brett.
How are you? Done throwing bricks? I was in the SOS today inspecting furniture and kitchen crap and I nearly purchased some fruit-shaped ice cube trays for $0.49 each, but I got distracted by this chest that looked like it had been dragged from the bottom of the sea. I think the biggest problem will be fitting my books somewheres.
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