Thursday, August 5
Fridaynight is Apers night!
Howdy! First appoligizes for M crap typing, I'm tired and angry and schizo, deal with it. If you don't like it, don't read it!
Soooo... You are all pathetic braindead losers, because you don't know The Apers, admit it! Well, I don't care that you don't have taste... Don't become mad because I do...
Anyway, the other day I went to the true definition of punk rock. Indeed, the Fridaynight...
So, Schizo goes to a concert... First I live like in Nowhere. It's called Zevenhuizen, but it's synonymous for Nowhere. Nowwhere-at-all even better. So, when your concert starts at 11:30 you take the bus to the place at 7 o'clock. And wander around for 4 and a half hour in town. Thank me the doors opened at 10, so beer there was. But, because no one has a good taste around, I had to go alone, meaning wandering around for a way to long time with only My voices. And drinking with My voices. Well, never stopped Me before...
In conclusion, the concert kicked ass, because that is what The Apers do. But you don't care or don't agree. But then the fun part... Living in Nowhere-at-all means going early with the bus and no chance you can get back with the bus. Then what do you do? You walk home 15 miles. Life's unfair for the punk rocker.
So, that's it? No... I know a shortcut... It is known as a place where gays meet. So, I walked around, going home, when a car stopped by. Oh dear!...
I looked at the guy and started laughing. I got no problems with any gay, but this guy was just over-the-hill... (and I started laughing louder). Anyway, here's the conversation...
"Hey dude, you don't go do anything stupid are you?"
"No, why the hell should I?"
"But you aren't going to jump for the train, are you?"
"Hell no! I'm not crazy. I could get hurt if I did..."
"Hey, what if you..."
"Hey, what if you leave me the fuck alone, stupido!"
And off he went. But not for long.
"Hey, pal. If you are in trouble I can help you, just get in the car or something."
"First, I'm not your pal, second, I would not get in that car even if it was My very own, thridly get the hell out of My site!"
And off he went again... But he came back of course.
"Hey listen..."
"NO! I'm not going to listen to you. I asked you twice to get the hell out of My sight. You want to meet Mr. stiletto?"
"Dork" he said and drove away.
Lessons to learn...
* Don't walk home 15 miles through a gay meeting place
* Always act as if you had a stiletto
* If you really have to walk home 15 miles, don't wear wrecked Converse All-Stars
* Apers rock
* Beer is good
* Don't go life in Zevenhuizen
That's it, meet you next time... While Chyldio is gone to Smelly France, you can sent your guest updates to me anytime. Just PM me and everything will be OK. Adios!
ps Mention how all the My's in the story are capitalized... Eat that God!
Soooo... You are all pathetic braindead losers, because you don't know The Apers, admit it! Well, I don't care that you don't have taste... Don't become mad because I do...
Anyway, the other day I went to the true definition of punk rock. Indeed, the Fridaynight...
So, Schizo goes to a concert... First I live like in Nowhere. It's called Zevenhuizen, but it's synonymous for Nowhere. Nowwhere-at-all even better. So, when your concert starts at 11:30 you take the bus to the place at 7 o'clock. And wander around for 4 and a half hour in town. Thank me the doors opened at 10, so beer there was. But, because no one has a good taste around, I had to go alone, meaning wandering around for a way to long time with only My voices. And drinking with My voices. Well, never stopped Me before...
In conclusion, the concert kicked ass, because that is what The Apers do. But you don't care or don't agree. But then the fun part... Living in Nowhere-at-all means going early with the bus and no chance you can get back with the bus. Then what do you do? You walk home 15 miles. Life's unfair for the punk rocker.
So, that's it? No... I know a shortcut... It is known as a place where gays meet. So, I walked around, going home, when a car stopped by. Oh dear!...
I looked at the guy and started laughing. I got no problems with any gay, but this guy was just over-the-hill... (and I started laughing louder). Anyway, here's the conversation...
"Hey dude, you don't go do anything stupid are you?"
"No, why the hell should I?"
"But you aren't going to jump for the train, are you?"
"Hell no! I'm not crazy. I could get hurt if I did..."
"Hey, what if you..."
"Hey, what if you leave me the fuck alone, stupido!"
And off he went. But not for long.
"Hey, pal. If you are in trouble I can help you, just get in the car or something."
"First, I'm not your pal, second, I would not get in that car even if it was My very own, thridly get the hell out of My site!"
And off he went again... But he came back of course.
"Hey listen..."
"NO! I'm not going to listen to you. I asked you twice to get the hell out of My sight. You want to meet Mr. stiletto?"
"Dork" he said and drove away.
Lessons to learn...
* Don't walk home 15 miles through a gay meeting place
* Always act as if you had a stiletto
* If you really have to walk home 15 miles, don't wear wrecked Converse All-Stars
* Apers rock
* Beer is good
* Don't go life in Zevenhuizen
That's it, meet you next time... While Chyldio is gone to Smelly France, you can sent your guest updates to me anytime. Just PM me and everything will be OK. Adios!
ps Mention how all the My's in the story are capitalized... Eat that God!
