take the toilet picture offff that is INCREDIBLY SICK and NOT FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!

Don't listen to her. It is incredibly sick and fairly funny. Keep it.

Excellent, this beats part 1 easily.

Ah, now this is great writing. It makes me regret not listening to the advice of the Winn-Ritzenberg/Johnson team...I should have gone to this party.

I also told you to go, motherfucker. In fact, I left to go there from your house suggesting that you go.

SHUT UP DISCO YOURE WRONG

As Sam mentioned in a previous comment section, this blog is primarily written for people with balls.

Damn it, your bold comment remains there. What? I am wrong? But is Sam wrong?

Note the rhyming sequence.

ah, that crafty curtis.

and that toilet reminds me of home.

by home you mean DC you fucking imposter right?

Good entry though. I like the mentions of me.

“We made a $700 profit,” then later, “We have a $400 debt”

hah

oh mason ca$hless.

Damn!

DCo lays the smack down.

this entry makes me wish i was there.
the one before didn't so much.

nice photos.

I will devour you danny

I will devour you danny

Hahah that euro trash girl is Laura Johnson. She and I grew up together in my church with this other girl Lauren and we called ourselves 'The Three L's'. She was one of those hyper crazy kids who annoys all the Sunday school teachers. She embarrased me a lot but it was fun hanging out with her. After boobs, BSB, and BCC her coolness took a horrible plunge. By the time she had transferred to Wilson in 11th grade, we weren't friends. Perhaps we could have rekindled what remains there were--but then there's Becca Lasky.

You described her impeccably. All the people who have read this blog now have no need for her acquaintance because that's about all there is to her now: insecurity, the Laskys, and euro phalli.

This was a mighty entry. It reminds me of how perfectly timed my spring break was and how awesome Wilson kids are. If the internet were to be destroyed in the near future, I wouldn't cry because I lost instant messanger or e-mail archives...I would cry for the loss of such entries whose craftmanship exceeds literary expectations.

We are all lucky to have access to fond memories such as this. Good job.

don't you have some weird memory problem like Memento and you always need pictures/tattoos or you'll forget the past?

No. I just remember everything and choose not to forget it with scrapbooks, journals, etc.
Thanks.
Sincerely,

I think we are documenting our high school careers with these blogs.

I work with Curtis Morales's mother and I just have one question: Does Lucy know about the mandolin??

Whoa, man... whoa. LOL That was sum funny shit that went down that night. Half of which I don't even remember. It was like this. I got there after having a pizza at Dominoes with my "guide" Darell at like 10:30. After about a half an hour of drinking the last thing I remember was toking sum of the good ol green gift from god with Lucy, Zola, and sum random chick i didn't know (she knows who she is, i told her it tasted like pretzels). After that it was like that picture (all a blur). Then I woke up in the basement of Jon Gonzales' house with Sirak playing NBA shootout or sumthing. He was like, "yo drew you threw up". I didn't believe him but when I got up it was all over me (and Jon's basement, and his car, and his front yard, and the bottom of the matress discounters).

Yeah, all in all it was fun, sumone told me I stripped to a raging croud of blood-thisty women (where are those pictures!?). The only thing I regret was losing my Howard jacket (it fuckin' snowed that morning and it was cold as shit!!). Everything else was cool cuz i don't remember it (and if I can't remember committing mass genocide, then it never really happened now did it?)

P.S. Goddammit Patrick I want my jacket!