About Me
Just moved back here at home again... ;)I just moved here in Germany From Cali. I know its a big fucking step but what the hell lets see what these guts are made of. Yes i do miss cali, a lot. I miss the fucking freeway, my car, my family, friends, circle K, 7-11, shity malls like the one in thousand oaks, bums, doughnuts from random corners in the valley, DIY poclies,TJ maxx, Ross, Target, Wal-Mart, cops, punkrockers, hiphopers, pretenders, emo-ers, posers, peppe-ers, ravers, losers, cool-dude-ers.. i miss them fine deatils of life in cali. But hey i am here in germany and shits way different that what people think.Yes there are still remnants of the third riech but way to less to be even noticed. And they are being hunted down by anarchist punks. People are not friendly (california wise), everyons formal like a muther but its cool though. yeah and its cold as fuck especialy while waiting for The TRAIN. I never knew that i had to wear 2 pairs of underwear like literally, an average of 27 degrees every day. but its all good. Everyone is a quite essential beer connoisseur. Beer is not like in cali, cheap beer or 'good beer'. There a lot of different kinds and for me everything is good. But life is way fucking relaxing out here, i feel like i am one of them boys from the 2nd airbourne who landed here and got stuck cause its beautiful as fuck!And Here is something about me
A few nights ago Rory's Roger iron rusted, so he has gone to the
battle-cruiser to watch the end of a football game. Nobody is watching
the custard so he has turned the channel over. A fat man's north opens
and he wanders up and turns the Liza over. `Now fuck off and watch it
somewhere else.' Rory knows claret is imminent, but he doesn't want to
miss the end of the game; so, calm as a coma, he stands and picks up a
fire extinguisher and he walks straight past the jam rolls who are
ready for action, then he plonks it outside the entrance. He then
orders an Aristotle of the most ping pong oddly in the nuclear sub and
switches back to his footer. `That's fucking it,' says the man. Rory
gobs out a mouthful of booze covering fatty; he flicks a flaming match
into his bird's nest and the man lit up like a leaking gas pipe. Rory,
unfazed, turned back to watch his game. The flaming man and his chinos
ran outside to extinguish the flames, and Rory cheered on. His team won
too, four-nil.----thats what Barflyjack said
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