the bitch won't answer the phone.
Yesterday, Sunday, Boo rickets and i made it all the way to niverville. we only got a little lost but a nice man in a gas station told us how to get to dexters street. and we made it, but dexter was in trouble so we could only stay for like ten minutes before he had to go to work with his dad. so we decided we'd meet brett dexters friend at a show at some elks lodge in kinderhook another small town in the area. so boo and myself went to mcdonalds for some lunch then went to mobil to get gas before preceding. at mobil lenny kravitz's cooler twin brother asked if we were going to the f timmi show, hers how the conversation went:
Lenny squared: Are you guys going to the f-timmi show?
Ase: Yeah but i dont know how to get there
Lenny squared: me neither
ase: i was gonna ask in there
ls: me too
so lenny went in and asked and then told us, it was quite easy, you go straight until you get there at which point you turn left into the parking lot and laugh at the old man getting out of his car, cause we passed him on the way and were like oh yeah bet hes going to f-timmi too, and then he was haha but i'm pretty sure he was just going to drink with the other elks.
so then waiting to get into the show brett kept looking at us but wouldnt come talk to us cause he was with his other cooler niverville friends. then we got in and brett kept looking at us but still did not talk, soo as brett walked by us i threw a sticker for some shitty band that i had ripped up and stuck back together at brett and he was forced to acknowledge us, i said steven and began talking, but he just sat there with the stupidest face ever on. then he left us and didnt say bye or anything, but whatever. then we stayed for a band we knew (the bass player is swishy pants represent). then we went home, actually we went to the mall and then home. peace out all.
more adventures...
- 5/02--- alvin simon theodore doo doo de de de doo: so the other day ricks and myself along with my sibling the golgotha shit demon went to target in order for shit to purchase a mothers day present for our dear mum. so yeah we were in line and this giant black women was angry with her young son. the little boy, hows about we call him jiffy as in peanut butter. ok so jiffy wanted candy, (note the usage of a c as opposed to a k, he wanted sticky sugary goodness not sticky loven goodness)cause well he was a little boy and thats what little boys like (big boys such as tiffi like kandy with a k....hahaha i'm sorry i had to bring that back....). well his large mother was all
- 5/23/02----- lefour i've been thinking...a dangerous pastime...i know: Well we dont got school tomorrow and its a good thing too cause i dont need no more schoolin i aint got time for that shit. but anyways. today boo, myself and emilia oh'tool went to the grand ole opry or the mall whichever makes us look cooler. well we dropped of an old skool picture featuring everyones favorite popples, actually this time i allowed oh toolly to do it. lets establish this: we meaning boo myself and anyone else in conjunction with us (read: oh tool, being the only other person to ever be in conjunction with us) are not stalking anyone. we are merely having fun with my polaroid camera and my popples because we once engaged in an interesting conversation with a person working at a certain store in the mall. it was funny. so the idea hit us and we did it man, and has it ever entertained us for a while. on another note these are the five best disney movies ever: oliver and company, beauty and the beast, the little mermaid, the sword and the stone and peter pan. if you disagree well you know what? you're wrong and your opinion counts for nothing, but if you agree with me well you are the coolest person alive, next to betty white. and i'm totally rocking out to the beauty and the beast soundtrack right now. soo great man. gaston is an ass.
the definition of Badase
- 5/26/02---cherry lollipop sticks and paintbrushes: well boo amelia and myself went to a rather enjoyable rock n roll concert last evening, ha rock n roll concert. afterwards we were waiting around for our ride home and i decided to make a pile for a fire on the sidewalk of albany. boo had matches. well there was this group of real hardcore punk rockers (not ones you usually see about these parts, the ones you see on beaches in cape cod) and in order to gather all the paper goods littering the sidewalk for my fire i had to walk by them, twice. and i think they made fun of me, me ase mcnilsac. i think they said i was trying to be bad ass, and i am bad ass damnit i'm going to prove it in this edition of my adventures so here it goes:
- -i just ran up the stairs with a lollipop in my mouth, totally dangerous i know.
- -i sleep without a night light.
- -i dont floss like ever.
- -i drive an 88 jetta with 231,000 miles, and its standard
- -i watch big wolf on campus religiously
- -i sometimes download music and make my own cds, the artists get no royalties
- -when tv shows tell me to stay tuned and to not turn that dial, i totally change the station
- -i went to disney world and rode thunder mountain like three times.
- -i cant drive after nine
- -i got a 130 on the psats, 1300 if you scale it like the sats.
- -i totally put maple syrup and confectioners sugar on french toast
- thats all i have to say about that, cause i'm totally badase
more on the albino kid & saratoga.
- 6/1/02----a race horse's hometown pride: ricks and myself made another one of our grand road trips today. and guess what? once again after a period of riciculous tests were thrown at us all for the sake of higher education. today we went on a journey to a record store. i bought two albums, but that is not important my people. what is important is that one of the punk rockers from the show the other week, yeah he totally works there. you know one of the amigos of the kids who called me badass because i wanted to start a fire on the street corner. and hes not really an ass at all, he actually saved me from buying a shitty album. pretty cool huh? yeah indeed. boo and i decided that we are going to return to the home of the grand ole track quite regularly. its like a parallel universe, way cooler than anywhere closer to us. to top off today's greatness i watched a corey feldman movie, and this maybe the only time anyone heres ms mcnilsac say that, but it fucking sucked ass. dont watch meatballs four guys, it will only ruin corey feldman for you. of course it didnt for me cause i'm very familiar with his other, greater work, but a novice fan like you may not be so lucky. the only good part of the movie was the end (for one it was over and i didnt have to watch it anymore). so feldman is macking it with the girl he won in the movie. and he keeps looking at the camera telling the people watching the movie to go away (you know like ferris does at the end of ferris buellers day off) and finally the girls like this isnt working, what kind of movie star are you and storms off. and corey just looks at the screen and says (pay attention this is the shit) "but i was in the goonies" ho yeah, that made the movie way less shitty than it had been up to that point. that one line, saved the entire thing. oh i also got dream a little dream in the mail. that kicks ass. DINGER, need i say more?