So Miss Meghan and I headed out to Irvine for a little party. But first, we needed to document our new awesome hair and my new AFI poster. (Thanks BriLee!)
Okay... LISTEN TO ME! The new AFI record is AMAZING AND YOU SHOULD ALL BUY IT.
Let me state this again.
06.06.06 - decemberunderground - BUY IT!!!!
And yes, I like AFI rather a lot. You should also buy all of their old records. Moving on....
These pictures of Meghan are awesome. All thanks to my ability to point and click.
Because I'm the fuckin' king of the world! {Get on your knees} - Check out Porcelain and the Tramps. This, apparently, is the 'music you need to know about' photo gallery.
This picture of me is awesome thanks to Meghan's abilty to punch me in the face AFTER she takes a picture.
Yet again, a bunch of pictures of me looking moody in yet another striped shirt in my living room.
Oh! So! My! Speezy!
::coughMySpace.com/AgentAeoncough::
What?
Its a place for stalkersfriends.
And yes, that is Meghan's hand. I cut it off.
Scooby loves us.
What do we want? BRAINNNNNS! When do we want 'em? BRAINNNNNS!
This was the sign on the door of the party we went to.
No drama
No fat/ugly/lame
GIRLS
No edge (Nic. ok)
No Myspace creeps!
If you're not
cute or rad as fuck,
TURN AROUND!
And this party led to the greatest line in human history...
"Hey! The Irvine police are here and they have a little comment for
you!"
"A MySpace Comment?"
The End