Monday, August 6, 2007

Scrabbled

I played scrabble last night, with my grandparents. I was able to make Voltage, with a triple word score. YEAH!! But at the same time it is not to exciting because I was spending my Sunday evening playing SCRABBLE with my GRANDPARENTS.

I have applied to work at a local book store and a Game Stop, neither of them have called me back :(. On Wednesday I am going downtown to pick up an application to work at a Hookah Bar. I found out though, that if they serve alcohol I have to be 21 to work there....NO!!!!

I love hookah.

Bottoms Up

That’s the way to raise a glass,

Drink it faster, he wants your ass

He wants your lips, he wants you skin

He wants to leave his seed within

That’s the way to raise a shot

Naughty girl, you’ll get caught

He feels your hand, and touches your leg

He gives you gold, simply to beg

For your body to cross his eyes

Love is always a compromise

So drop your pants

And open the doors

Find later, the rain, it pours



The above poem was mistakenly attributed to myself, it was in fact written by Joshua Johnston, a charming Half-British midget.

2 comments:

Ellen said...

My dad loves scrabble...

BUT NO HOOKAH. You should call gamestop and book store to see if they got your application. And you should wait up to 2 weeks for them to call back...Well, at least that's what i learned in school.

Daniel, that poem is DIRTY. lol/ :)

Boy Hearts Girl... Girl Hearts Boy? said...

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