Monday, 20 July 2009


EASY ALL. been dead dead wet this week, so its shit. im in the library at uni because the computer at my mum house is fucked! ive got to start my breif today, gonna smash it this week.

ricky was doing origami (sp?) the other day and made some sunglasses that double up a snowflake. also, they look fucking sick, so its nothing to worry about there.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAN! also, he made a birthday cake for dan. at midnight dan joined the 20's club and its only bradley who is left! i walked the dog with my mum. dan also shares his birthday with my dad so while i was running around and taking pictures of my mum throwing balls my dad was practicig shit golf with a new lofting wedge. "DONT FUCKING LOOK AT MY SPECIAL LIPSTICK"after that we went round dans mums, where we all chilled and had a couple of drink in his garden, the weather was actually really nice that day.we had a little wrestling comp on dans trampolene, where the rules were no striking, and you have to get the other persons body to touch the mat. it was best of three and in the first round the draw went like this:

ricky vs kyle (ricky won) + billy vs john (billy won) + me vs hof (i won) + dan vs brad (brad won)

semi finals: brad vs ricky (brad won) + billy vs me (i won)

cut the final, me versus brad, it was meant to be best of 5 rounds. cut to bradley, about 15 seconds into the first round lifting me above his head and full force slamming me into the mat head first, on the way back up my knees came over and smashed me in the face. i was done, bradley won.
you know this wasteman? i hate it, everytime i walk by this shop window i see this prick. the thing is its been there years, and i remember when it was first there thinking that i was a bit older than him, so he would probably be just old enough to get a good fucking slap now anyway.

the portrait itself is horrible too. the stripes on his body are brush strokes on photoshop and one rule i was taught in traditional portrait photography is NEVER EVER cut off the top of someone head.

in other news, i helicopter came down and grabbed kyle for the elite team of gentleman. kyle just jumped, grabbed it and was like "ill ring you tommorow mate!!"

dan got a whole bunch of new games for his brithday, and the one im most interested in is the new tiger woods. there are so many cool little mini games like one called target to target where you start of by hitting one of your 5 balls at a bulls eye on the floor. the closer to the middle you get the higher points and more bonus balls you get. the targets get harder as you go on, and your balls run out.

ricky won poker, and swooped £40. jr could only watch on in disbelief as he failed to complete hat-trick.
proper pissed it down thursday. saturday and a few of us had some drinks at highcross then went on to that cheap new night at life. it was fucking brilliant, we all got really really drunk.WHO LET THE DOGS OUT!? i saw this video and thought it would be fucking amazing if they played this out somewhere. the video is still amazing, give it a go below.the goal was to the left, the pitch to the right. bradley took a shot, hit the bar and the ball bounced down and we thought behind the line. it was, clearly and tom got off light! WASTEMAN OF THE WEEK - SAMY SALON

i was at home, flicking through the few freeview (rhymezzzz) channel me and dan have got and i came across this cunt on one of the shopping channels. it was so bad, man was the most orange guy ever. you know how awkward and hard to listen to the chatter on those channels is anyway? this guy was selling a product that gives womans hair volume called Jooouge or something. when he was working it in, he got the crowd to chant along "jooouge jooouge jooouge jooogue!"

when kyle said he felt ashamed to share his name with jeremy kyle i never really got how that must have felt, until now.

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