My God Brad! That was beautiful, I had no idea you we capable of such an eloquent expression of sincere emotion. I just thought you were this friend of Ericks with an uncontrollable urge to watch every Burt Reynolds movie ever made….on DVD of course. Nor did I realize just how much I meant to you either. Brad I love you!
Jared! You sicken me! Here I am with a tear in my eye merely as a result of reminiscing about Hogg Roast I; The birth of Gristle. Take it from someone speaking from experience of being so incredibly stupid as the miss Hogg Roast II; Grilling the Rebirth.
Jared Mate, no more emotional headlocks, just sincere honesty; I wish to fucking god I could go. I wish to fucking god I could see everyone again, get way past the POV within minutes of rolling up to the farm, watch nearly naked girls jiggle infront of me, eat as much as i want when I want, drink more than i want when Ed tells me too, enjoy the hippy TV until the sun comes up, and leave a lasting mark in the outhouse.
As someone who has begun a new job this week I hope you pay attention to my words. I understand the desire to create a good impression in your first week at work, I've done it this week. But I still went over to a mates house to watch the England vs France game on the Sunday before i began work; and got very high and drunk. And although not ideal preperation for a new job, E and Brad are right. You can sleep it off while travelling back using the extra time accrued flying West. You've done it before, battled through a hangover, we know you're capable of it. If you do go, never forget how I wish i was there. I want you to take an obscene amount of obscene photo's, touch as much female flesh as possible and I will try some transendendal meditation to assume control of your body. I got some nice weed this week and it should help me achieve a higher state of being. Please Jared....Please. For the Brit.
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