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Name: Ryan Country: United States State: Illinois Metro: Chicago Birthday: 12/9/1986 Gender: Male
Interests: Weed, Ireland, Drinkin, stumbling home, Cruisin on LSD, going to the burbs for fun, tattoos. I like Ska, Reggae, Punk, Hip-Hop, Classic Metal, Sublime, Led zepplin, Bob Marley. I like people that can drink me under the table or smoke a bong till the crack of dawn. So yah I like doin stuff. Expertise: Sex, Drugs and Mother Fuckin Rock & Roll............ did I mention Sex and Drugs? Occupation: Student Industry: Other
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Member Since:
7/31/2003
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| Lame...................lame as a duck. | | |
| I never really know what to write here anymore. I mean I could tell you about my day but most of the time its kinda the same shit. Everyday has little high light but most of the time you just kinda had to be there. Its the way I like to live just having my little memories floating around somewhere in all that shit. Im just happy and thank full to be where I am, to have been, to have the people who love me,to have the friends that ive have and had, to have smoked the weed and been blessed with a great outlook on life. People dont really show much thanks and respect anymore, is it the fucking water or something. Whats wrong with people, weve been around for more than 5,000 years killing and fucking a ton of stuff and were getting worse...........................
sorry for the kinda high rant,
- Welcome to Jamrock | | |
| Lets burn it to the ground..................
Just you and me................. - Giving Up, Giving In | | |
| Somethings out to get me this week. Its really fuckin wierd. Ok so it started like 2-3 days ago. Me, Pual and Mike were about to take suzie home from my moms house. So I open the door to get in the car and this drunk mexican guy on a bike rams into my open door and falls on his ass. So Yah at first I thought he really hurt himself but that was untill I saw the open beer that flew out of his hand and the six pack he had in a bag. So we keep him at the scene till the cops got there (a hour and a half later) just to find out that we were the ones in the wrong because he had the right of traffic. So that kinda blew but nothing happend.
So im on the train today taking to Jason on my cellphone. All the sudden this yuppy bitch on the train sez im bothering her with my conversation and goes on this rant and start asking other people on the train. So I tell her all she needed to do was ask me once. Some old fart in the back of the train tells me not to talk back and I tell him to fuck himself. So he trys to get up in my face even though he was like 65. Now I was just getting ready to deck his ass. When the lady husband or boyfriend gets up and pushs me out of the train car. Now I really didnt want to start a fight with a full train car so I proceded to curse the whole train car out. What kind of fuckin shit is this ?
I need to smoke, peace. | | |
| Man, this weekend has really just had its ups and downs. Got to chill in a 5 bed, "3 fucking belconies" (Im stoned) hotel suite with my girl and my guy theo in a city I couldnt spell if my life deppended on it. A 1/5 of Seagrims blacklable, Mad budz, good peeps and a nice get the fuck away from everything session. The people were nice but couldnt drive for shit.
But on the down side my bestfriend Jason moved to Florida which really sucks. That fuckin guy grew on me. He was crashing at my house 5 days a week, eating all my food, matching me on bud, getting piss face drunk in my room, running out of my house tripping balls, spilling shit. What I would do to have him back. | | |
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