you may remember back when i first signed on to this piece of gnarley shit i was fresh faced blogger new to the entire shindig. as part of my contribution i was to include a financial report ...and i never did one. some may be cranky about this, none more so than our boss (who isn't dead or moving blogs. he's here to stay!) who gave me a good yelling and brutal poking about it today. so here it is. the financial report.
i currently have no job at all so money isn't something i get to see regularly. every 2 weeks my lovely mother gives me $10 to rip up the town. thanks mum, i may be able to get a whole 3 quarters of a six pack on that. now recently mum hasn't been giving me my 10 buckaroonies for about a couple of weeks now. kinda gay. DON'T JUDGE MY MUM ASSHOLES. even with the ten bucks which get me a little booze, i get by my weekends by scabbing goon, asking for ciggie drags and wandering into doobie circles. i'm so cool.
however, things have changed recently. for one thing, mumma started giving me 10 dollar bills yall again. WEOW getting drunk on friday. but on my saturday hangover something far more beautiful happened. some of my familay came own for lunch. at the time i didn't know that they were down 2 weeks in advance for my birthday. they all together gave me $90. WEOW getting drunk on saturday.
with one third of the 90 gone and another 10 on the way means sweet sweet sweet, but i am looking for that job that will multiply the sweet by X8. sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet. maybe i'll get some darts and pose like a sick cunt and then start a fight with a fuckin metro because i can pay for beer bottle to stab cuntz with. sweet sweet sweet.
No comments:
Post a Comment