RicardoObviouso

2 personal cell phones. over 5 business phones. 1 work cell phone. 1 home phone.

when i was like 14 my mum pulled me off my hockey team because i wasnt doing very good in school. when my dad found out, world war 3 went down in our house. it was great. ...and it was even better when 4 years later, i signed a contract and got paid to play.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. you got grounded!

. what a shitty

oh man. my wisdom teeth grew in perfectly. which is a blessing in disguise because i hate the dentist. my jaw hasnt been the same since they fixed my broken tooth years ago.

8 teeth? do you like not believe in brushing?

load of sperm

stretched to the

to conform but

and said "yes"

when i was younger i had a penchant for climbing the huge trees in our backyard then being too scared to get down. on a few occassions my mum had to call my uncle with a cherry picker truck because i refused to get out on account of my fear of falling.

as he pissed

we'll cross that road when we get to it. as for the bed, not only will it be huge, it will be round.

not all of them were recorded in one take... i knew a few were and there were penalties for any band member who screwed up, but the majority were recorded live off the floor... meaning no layering... just a few mics and the band playing together. what were the penalties? i believe whoever screwed up while recording had to drink a can of warm rainer beer out of a cow bell. and i believe the only victim was pat.

i felt like shit the day after i graduated... i figured it was because i now had no scholastic guidance and was free, and it scared me. but it turns out i was just hungover.

see, thats where you and i differ.

that was more than a year ago.

tomorrow never dies

mine was fun because every picture my mum took i frowned in and everyone elses i was smiling. on purpose. we also rented a REALLY old bentley limo, and got into a car accident on the way to the aftergrad party. the driver fucking lost it and came as close to crying as you could without actually shedding a tear. i think i have a picture somewhere.

yeah. it was at a restuarant called cincin. the funny thing about caker is that a serbian guy called me one the other day... i find the term mildly funny because if any single ethnicity should be singled out for being "extremely" something, it should be those same italians. the leather, false sense of pride, and thick nasty chains tanlged in chest hair are nothing to be proud of. the godfather was JUST a movie, john gotti was ONE italian man, and the "mob" pales in comparison to the HA or the Triads these days, so get over it. and the plate cost $35 or something....what-the-fuck-ever.

welcome to life as a male. i live in west vancouver, and the activities would would vary but almost always include but are not limited to: tylenol 3, windex, cotton balls, duct tape, a cornish game hen, mexican landscaper, hawaiian tropic lotion, no. 10 tanqueray, prada jeans, bubble wrap, stilletos, bark multch, 12' long USB cable, three varieties of sex toys, a stainless steel drainboard, motor oil, blank cds, "strawberry passion awareness" fruitopia, cocaine in raw form, electronic music, red lipstick, a porcelain buddha with a hole in its stomache that is meant for a straw, toothpicks, argyle socks, and an alarm clock. as far as your bubble gum pink room goes, i'll drive you to and froom benjamin moore and you can do the rest.

to call it

moon, charlie. best

exactly. and the best part is, everyone seems to think that running a red light is the very worst thing you can do while driving. i told my buddy to do it, and he looked at me like i was insane... meanwhile he has no problem going 100+ in a 50 zone.

i had lamb tonight. who would have thought that lamb, penne, some kind of vegetable oil and a few thing slices of some crazy cheese would taste SO GOOD together. it was funkin unreal.