thar's a snake in my boot...ok...my house
so this guy we know asked if we would snake sit for him b/c he couldn't keep him in the dorm anymore. unbeknownst to him it would take my roommates and i less than 12 hours to allow this 4 foot eyesore to escape in the comfort of our own home. we found him late last night huddled behing a couch looking pissed off at the world, but it did make walking through the house alot more exciting.
so i got back from haiti on wednesday and i have to tell you...america makes me sick sometimes. don't get me wrong, i'm thankful to live here, but seeing all of the rich kids driving around in their bmw's and range rovers kill me. some people have no idea what is going on in the world.
anyways, let's talk about glass half full stuff. i got a banjo for christmas and i've been rockin out on that lately. mainly playing guster and indigo girls stuff...as much as that's considered rockin out, i guess.
that's all for now. stay tuned.
so i got back from haiti on wednesday and i have to tell you...america makes me sick sometimes. don't get me wrong, i'm thankful to live here, but seeing all of the rich kids driving around in their bmw's and range rovers kill me. some people have no idea what is going on in the world.
anyways, let's talk about glass half full stuff. i got a banjo for christmas and i've been rockin out on that lately. mainly playing guster and indigo girls stuff...as much as that's considered rockin out, i guess.
that's all for now. stay tuned.
posted by Randy at
11:31 AM
2 Comments:
There is a snake in my pants. The Indigo girls rock and by rock I mean are gay. Looking forward to jamming with you and you banjo. I love Whitesnake. I will get in trouble for this comment. Blog out.
By the way, the Junior Mounties do rock. Too bad you are the only person on the planet that thinks so. Thanks! Gosh!
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