another post.

Burgers has inspired me to do my blog again but I dont know what to write. i think my blog needs a theme. I think it should be style tips for the colour blind, sorry Burgess had to get that in there.

im going to write about everyones favourite subject: Me.

HAHAHA first though, i told joe to inspire me, he came back with,

*here this might inspire you
*a couple of my mates were at wor zak craigs the other night
*they pissed on his pillows, all over his walls and on his xbox, also one of them had a shit in his shower
*there
*?

that banter is immense.

unlike Adit Mitra's, he tried to take the piss out of me today, he has no banter, unlike me with more craic than a mud hut in Haiti, he was also wearing some sort of bin bag. I jipped him to fuck.

i hope youre crying now Adit.

aye anyway getting back to the good bit, Me.

i dont have piss on my pillows.

i failed my exams last week, worse than i was expecting, i think i even failed general studies. aparently im on stage one disciplinary for not going to any lessons or doing any work for it since october, i think this means fuck all though so im going to continue blissfully unaware of my own failure.

it was joannas birthday some point last week, i bought her a pitcher of something yellow and alcoholic, then got kicked out the sal, mostly due to the fact callum looks like maddie mcanns younger brother. i think helen necked it.

we went for a meal too, one of the greasy turkish waiters that looked like he slept under the deep fat fryer at quality pizza katie had got into at sammy jacks, happy days.

I also found out the other day that hollie lees is a crack addict. it was unexpected.

ive ran out of banter, so ill tell you a joke.

josef fritzl has brought out a book, i bet its a best cellar.

wheeeey scraping the barrel or what dan.

i can now see why everyones blogs are shit. theyre too hard to write. i cant write anything, especially on paper, i have the hand writing of a blind ethiopian amputee. i wrote a letter the other day acctually. i bought a 'sausage sandwich' from the refectory. it was a bun, with a sausage on top. she hadnt even bothered to close the bun, so disgusted i set about complaining. i got my paper plate and wrote -

'dear college, your sausage sandwiches are shit, you should be ashamed at yourselves, yours sincerely, dan.'

joe drew sexton on the back. it looked like a black clown with an extra chromosone though. then i hid it behind the oasis.

stick it to the man.

i need a courteeners standing ticket, i promised jonny one for his birthday, ive got more chance getting ahold of usain bolts shoe laces though.

peace out mandem. - i need more melanin to keep getting away with this.

x