ok, story time

ok, here's the story... Gabe, he's a person. we we're headin out to The Osh. now, in oshawa, he had some friends and that he was plannin' to hang out with. then, like always everyone canceled out on 'im. EXCEPT ME... haHA. he says, "what's there to do in your area" cuz he lives in Mississauga. i said, we got bars. so we went to one that i'd never been to before. The Emerald Inn. awesome little place. i mean, just cool.
so we walk in, small place. got all kindsa beer poster and irish things. then the bartender says hi, with an irish accent! freakin awesome!!.... well, she said more than just hi. but anyway. we all got talkin, first about what beer i wanted, then about where we were from. i said nova scotia. then these 2 other irish guys started making some fun, jokin around. we were laughin about newfieland. so one guy buys a round. then the other guy asks what i'm doin for work, i say, tryin to get in the union for drywall, he's an electrition and might be able to find me some work with some friends. he got my # and said he'd find out.
THEN he leaves. the guy that bought the round, bought another, he's an old guy named Brenden. so brenden told me 'n gabe about this pub night at the Gallway Arms on the queensway on may 6th. i guess they do it every year. but they don't like hiring bands cuz they charge like, 6oo bucks for the night. so he offers us 100 bucks each and as much as we CAN DRINK, for a half hour of play!! adn he doesn't even know that we suck! he said he didn't care, just come and play!
i'm goin! he wants to hear some NS music, or anything. whatever. i'm gonna learn somethin and play. but FIRST! i'm gonna drink! then play, then DRINK!!! he said we'd be covered for anything, beers, shots, doubles triples anything!
man, i'm gonna do good, then try to get in regular!
The Emerald Inn is the best pub i been is so far in Toronto! and when my buddy's come visit from NS, that's the FIRST place i take 'em. i mean YOU ross. get yer arse here.
oh, and we bought a party platter, doubled it up. cost 25 bucks, we COULDN'T FINISH IT! this mountain of wings! with onion rings 'n jaleneno poppers 'n chicken tenders. even the ketchup was good, cuz y'know sometimes it sux...
k, later
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ok, if the Soviet Union banned microwave ovens, why do we use 'em? i mean EVERYONE loves a good Nuked Hotdog, right?

http://www.mercola.com/article/microwave/hazards.htm

Pants

One fine day, i woke up. Then the next day i woke up again. THIS day, like the rest, i went to put my pants on. only one problem... i can't find them. all i see are OTHER peoples pants. i don't know whose they are, but they AIN'T mine!
what does a person DO in a situation like this? i mean, it's just NOT the same as if it was your shirt. yeah big deal if it's your shirt, but your PANTS?!!? do you just, PUT ON someone elses? maybe, first of all, it better be someone you know. second, they better be the same gender. cuz i don't need no hip huggers or low riders.
...or do you just go on a crazy rampage and eat all the crackers in the apartment?
i want YOUR thoughts....................>

ok, new post

Time for a new post! ...

...i have nothing to say. i will make it up
Hello, my name is jonny. i'm a pebble. i have travled the world! well, the beach. one day a bird picked me up. actually he sat on me and i was stuck in his craw, which incidentally is the sound it made. so then, i was far up in the sky and i fell from the craw, it was a long fall. i landed on the beach next to some rocks. rocks and pebbles don't get along. i was outnumbered. i called for reinforcements. there was a bloody battle that lasted untill hightide.
ANYWAY. i been all OVER this beach. it's MINE. noone messes with us pebbles.

...ok i ran out. i'm tired.

Eh. i have a voice!

WOO! look at me. writing and stuff. --the stuff would be drooling-- All grown up.

ok, so this is just a start. i'm gonna have my own short stories, and thoughts. um... other THINGS that i want to say. hope i don't offend anyone. for instance, if i write a short about how i think that 14 year old girls should be shot, and YOU'RE a 14 yr old girl, it's not ACTUALLY about you.
anyway, k. bye.
i think later. signing up for this blog was HARD! *phew*