the American jackal

i want this rabbit much. i want to have made this. travis got me a little coyote. if it thaws right. we’re going to try a little taxidermy together.

he knows me.

#winning.

WOK.

my job is obvs real hard.

just look how hard i work.

I’m thumpin! That’s why they call me Thumper!

STRESSED DESSERTS

Posted in Bloody Gums on December 20, 2009 by inthebellyofashark

“You know what I want for Christmas? A fucking jackalope. Or antlers.

Get me a nice rack, and I’m yours baby. Rack as is antlers, any antlers,

not rack as in hooters. I like me.”

Look what I found reading back on my past posts; and funny thing.

This last ex mass guess what my baby got me?

A FUCKING JACKALOPE with A KICK ASS RACK!

<3 shmee <3

Sam Phillips’ Place

‘That boy can go’, he said. ‘I think he has a great future ahead of him’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we got a shirt in at the store, with this photo on it.
i must have it.
johnny cashley.

i <3 oatmeal, omnomnom.

The Oatmeal dot com is fantasticly clever and witty and snide.

It also makes me feel like absolute poop about my lack of literacy skills.

Yet, it also makes me so so happy.

I love bears. I love them in this sense. Anyways.

I haven’t written anything in months. and this is what I come up with?

Shit balls.

Anyways I guess this is it. I’m just letting you know I am still alive, and

that there will be more to come. I missed you.

PS; thanks Brady.

SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY!

So I don’t know what I expected to see for Monster Trucks here in Red Deer, but I figured it’d be a little more than this. It was hella fun though and Trav and I took my brother out biking all weekend then to the Monster Trucks. It was tight.

I’m an Outlaw, Just like Josey Wales, But I chill at the Peach Pit

I lied. This isn’t exactly 80′s. But it’s been a while, and Brady reminded me I had a blog. Thank you Brady.
Clint Eastwood, is a master. I love him! He makes me want to be a Cowwboyy.

So, I had a stellar weekend, Quading out by Rocky with Travis and Spencer. I am still pooped, my everything hurts today, especially my lip, which Travis mildly accidentally split. Ouchy.

I’ve been watching Beverly Hills 90210 aaaallll day. Oh the simplicity of the 90′s and their simple problems. When drug abuse was being a closet pot head, and you couldn’t decide which college to go to. Not like the shows nowadays, though I am absolutely guilty of having a soft spot for the odd re run of Gossip Girl or Vampire Diaries. Television is a disgusting addiction, but Behold! T.V on DVD! Wonderful, glorious, time saving.

I ran out of things to talk about, so, Until next time.

Hey Buddy, We had a Heckuva Time

I said we’d do it again, and we did it up good.

Next time, We’ll go deeper and find that Samsquanch.

I’m Going To Kick Nizam in the Face

I’m just kidding. But I’d love to destroy the creators of vector works, of drafting, of theatre. I’m tired. I should be working on Exercise four, or going to bed, instead I’m blogging, and Nizam is sitting beside me watching. He too should be working. Fml.

Oh! We just figured out so much just now. Excellent. I just secured the 105$ I made today.  Score.

My knee hurts, I have to tinkle, I’m tired grumpy and want to get really drunk right now. I wish this could be an awesome and meaningful to me blog post but it isn’t.

I’ll blog about my favorite 80′s movies next time, Promise.

xoxo.

Lost A Boy

I’m only contradicting myself by doing this…

Last night, Corey Haim died. That’s all. I didn’t care about MJ, I didn’t care too much about BM, but CH was the Two Coreys, the Lost Boys, License to Drive! Totally different. 80′s teen heart throb. Dang. And I never would have even known had it not been for either Cancer Bats or Alexisonfire’s tweet last night. Dayum

Ok on a lighter note: FUCK YEAH. Cancer Bats and Alexisonfire tonight at the Centrium. Odd, and frankly kinda shitty it’s there, and not somewhere more… intimate like the Vat, but it’ll be nice to go out with my sister too, her being 16 and all. And not seeing either of them ever! WOOOOOOO!

Ps; Please, God, If you’re there, Cancel Stragecraft. Thank you.