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05/2/2007 - Haz's Word - 005 I don’t have a good first sentence this week so this is all you’re getting. Saturday started with me being pissed off. This is because I was waiting for a delivery but it came whilst I was in the shower and none of my housemates answered the door. However I did answer the door half an hour later to take delivery of my housemates issue of the NME. I’m still planning my revenge so read next week’s blog to see which course of reaction I took. I then rode home from Manchester on a mountain bike I found in the dumpster. It was foggy as fuck but luckily I was wearing my aviators which come with fog lights, so it was pro. I asked my mum whose fault it was that there was fog, she said God. I’ll get that God if it’s the last thing I do. Driving to Delamere in the fog was a fun experience. This was due to people going slower and staying out of the fast lane, which suits my driving perfectly. What did piss me off were the electronic signs at the side of the road which simply read ‘fog’. Now for fucks sake, if someone was blind enough to not notice fog, then they’re not going to notice the fucking sign are they? It’s fucking stupid. Driving back was even better because it was foggy and dark, allowing me to pro it up the fast lane even faster than on the way there. The police tried to stop me but I outran them, because I have a Hazcar. I did fuck all on Sunday apart from watch top gear and down a shot every time they argued with each other. We ran out of alcohol. Jesus turned water into wine, I turned water into money with which I bought wine. Which is better? I’m sure you know the right answer because after all. I rule. |
©2006 James Allan-Mclean.