first of all, you know when you go on to myspace, and the "cool new people" pop up? i seen george (who by the way is online now) just chilling, looking deep into me. what you know about georges style then?
i watched some maury round billys house with him and arnie (inset). incase you dont know, its just like a ghetto, better version of jemery kyle. sometimes, when the dads find out that some blast from the past come back with a little nipper saying "you are the dad!" and they aint, the bloke love it. (check the video below)
in this episode, the woman on screen named kenya was backing her man, i forgot his name, in his claims that this other womans daughter wasnt his. ofcourse it was, and now kenya and the other woman are best mates, and this guy is just a dickhead.
we also watched this one where some woman came clean to her bloke that she had been sleeping with his cousin for 2 years, and that this mans 9 month old daughter wasnt his. cool as fuck he took a minute, came back on stage, moved his chair over to the other side of the stage.
she looked over and told her not to look at him, she didnt. then laury asked him "look, im gong to have to ask you one thing; thats your not going to be violent to la tricia?". he looked back at him and said "maury, if i ever have to lay hands on a woman, its for a good reason".
have you seen this bullshit in one of sammys woman magazines? have you seen what they are filling their heads with?
i dont have any.
so i popped my blisters, and as i did loads of really watery pus came out. when i cleaned it up with a tissue, i wiped against my leg and loads of really soft, moist dead skin came off into the tissue. i was left with this massive pink patch of really sore skin.
from tesco garage you can get these really nice chocolate brownies. the only problem is they are a bit dry. so the trick is, by a banana choco flakes crunch corner, and put your brownie in it to soak a bit. its like a fucking sponge made out of chocolate that you can eat.
another one down.
me and sammy went upto fosse park the other day and had a monster McDonalds for dinner. peep out the limited edition wedges like back in college.
i always see this when im on the bus back home from town. one house on fosse road south has been transformed into a small doctors surgery, with a big boy sign on the door, and posters about herbal medicine and that. as you look in through the window, all you can see is a kind of towel rack in the window, and shadow. the light in the front room is never on.
LEG UPDATE! a few dates later, it went really deep red and brown, and i had this really thick, crispy, paper-like dry dead skin around the burn. if anyone likes picking peeling, this was a fucking dream. this was probably my leg at its worst.
played football yesterday with these lot in the picture. we got all the way down to tesco garage and nobody noticed that we didnt even bring the football. ha ha! aaron, in the style of a prince jogged back home, and we had been down riverside field but ten minutes and he returned with the ball, nice one aaron. we had some really good matches and the weather has a bit cold too.
tom pulls his leg up, and does a fart simultaneously, aaron finds it really, really funny.
them lot all go the other way off the field, so i walked back upto sammys. as i walked near narborough road, i saw this guy. he was walking along, singing a bit under his breath in another language whilst making hand gerstures. he had a t-shirt with a really crap photo print of some asian guru or something. he had wicked curtains too.
i went town with sammy and we went around the new highcross. there are some good shops.
i met a man and a woman who are making a documentary about braunstone, and the way it has change over the years. its only a short film, that is sort of in light of this 1980's documentary that went out on ITV painting braunstone as a shithole. i think they want me to take a series of photographs showing the positive side of braunstone.
in the meeting, me and the man (nick) got talking about birdman, and as i left there company, on my way to the bank i seen him walking backwards, with alot of people looking at him and that. he was in a trance.
i dont know if im right in this, but why is it called a "litter bin"? i thought littering was not putting something in the bin, or can you even put litter in a bin, because does it become litter when you dont put it in the bin? if you put somehting in a bin, its not litter, its just like a wrapper off your sandwhich, or a empty can or something? do you agree? am i right?
in other news, i went to see pineapple express with sammy. danny mcbride, the guy on the far right isnt one of the main two characters, but he is so so so funny in it. i read a well accurate review in the paper that sums up exactly what i thought. 3 stars, bordering 4 because of loads of quotable one liners, but it goes on for atleast 25 minutes too much, and the action side of things was swag. but it was really really funny.
finally WASTEGASH OF THE WEEK - MARY KATE OLSEN
i have never really like this pair, even in year four when everyone was feeling the two of a kind flex thinking "yeah they are bare fit", i never really jumped on that. they are both well well twiggy and rediculously american, but mary kate is the worst. she is renouned as a bare fashion head, but she dresses like a cunt, and is always in a 'battle' with anna, rex and ian. put some weight on, and stop doing my fucking head in.
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