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What a month! Answered

So many things have happened this month! Check out these events that have happened: Friend I went to school with since Pre-K's parents got divorced Best friend's parents got divorced Half uncle's brother passed away Michael Jackson passed away Gary Papa passed away Farrah Fawcett passed away and End of school for most of the country

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Dude. I'm going to San Francisco tomorrow. Until Sunday. But nobody is at Instructables. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

That sucks. At least you live in California. New Jersey sucks

Compared to NJ, Florida is awesome.

It is the exact opposite Coming from a kid born in New York it sucks

maybe they could let a key for you under the mat ..... um, nah :-)

wow thats sad. I personally dont care if Michael Jackson passes away, he doesnt rap. End of school is very good news.

I personally dont care if Michael Jackson passes away, he doesnt rap. - DJ, on that basis you'll not be bothered by the passing of your parents, friends and horrifically malformed spawn you may one day create...

Granted I'm sick of hearing about MJ people keep telling me, I have no idea why either...

MJ is just a musician. My parents, friends, and anything else are close to me, hell, my relatives and parents are blood related to me. I was saying the rap part because hes a musician.

So no-one has a worthwhile contribution to music unless they rap?

I think he means that poets have a worthwhile contribution to music when they combine their poems with drum machines, and that he appreciates this particular addition to the world of music. </tongue in cheek>

The horrifically malformed spawn part is great. When I first heard Michael Jackson died I didn't believe it, since people at an assembly I had to go to at camp were just randomly saying "OMG Michael Jackson died!" One kid was going to make a shrine to him in his closet...

Jesus at this rate I'm going to have done damage to dj's psyche... Ugh I laughed first time round, oops it was true...

Haha well it's still a great phrase. I need to say something to someone about the horeifically malformed spawn they may create someday. When I first heard I texted like three different people asking if it was true. When someone took too long to respond I just texted another person. Then I found out it was true and kind of started freaking out. It seemed like he was supposed to be immortal or something XD Boy George seems immortal too, since he's just so creepy looking. Oh, you know how in one of your instructables you said I was blond? Well I'm planning on dyeing my hair blond soon :P

I know it's not related but I thought you may enjoy this, I've copied it because it's in a pro forum but it's you and it's worth the bother to explain the last two nights, so you have something to laugh at.... Yup that's true Well, last night I had the ex appear at my door after coming back from a meeting, she was fairly off it already and pissed off, she started shouting and such, saying things that were best left well alone, so I stole a bottle of her wine and drank as she spoke, she left, forgetting the other two... Then I got new of my mother and her bf breaking up (great news both of them need to suffer) and may have got carried away, three bottles of wine and a bottle of goldschlager later I set off to the 24/7 garage... On the way I phoned the girl I'm now going out with (as of a few hours ago, freaking sweet, to say the least) and her phone died as I neared the garage, on the way a car was looking at me funny, swear it was... So get to the garage and ask for fegs and food, ended up getting a free sandwich, well pleased at that. So having a smoke after my sandwich and a guy who, no s**t looked like he'd been on the wrong end of a strimmer came up and started chatting about how he'd been out at Mynt (gay bar) and how hid gf was bi and so was he and how living life how you wanted was important. Then we digressed on to other stuff like how cars were too round these days... So we parted ways and I walked homewards, on the way a bunch of girls who looked like they were either out for the night or going for a jog appeared out of a street, one of them shouting over Adam, turns out she knew me, no idea how but yeah... So that went on, on the way back the car was still looking at me funny and it was now surrounded with crows, which was worrying, they walked on up my way having a chat about how clearly people need to be more open about their perversions, apparently I'm a shining example because I answered them when they asked what I was in to, though it was about music but I misheard. Now when I got home the night should've stopped but emptied the bins because I'd been tidying that day and left a note in Craig's saying "be happy Crabman" because he didn't want to empty it, like I didn't wanna empty mine (ex and I were on better terms the week before) and that played out. Usually I'd stop here but I've had another interesting night, my friend ex has been annoying her, so emm some of his clothes got a make over with house paint, then emm, shamelessly we threw his rather nice jacket in a tub and emm it was deemed the guys toilet... Emm we went on three or four trips to the offies, ermm accruing an impressive amount of alcohol, must take a photo of the table. Then Eavie (the new Gf) got the chance to speak because we'd been having a thing for a while and asked eachother out etc. then spent some time refusing to come down stairs. That was all good, then some more drinking occurred and the sultan's were called, Hassan delivered, the most epic kebab shop owner you'll ever meet. And we ate and were happy. Err then other Craig, not the one about the bin thing took it upon himself to borrow my hacksaw and a few screwdrivers, I didn't ask. So I was in the kitchen, drinking, smoking and ermm having fun and noticed flashing blue lights on the wall of the house opposite mine. I throw a shirt on and get outside and craig's in the middle of being arrested, so rather blootered I put on my sober face and dander up to the police, who explain that he's been trying to saw a sign off the pole in the middle of the main road outside my house and he's carrying three offensive weapons. So female officers asking if they're mine and I say "lemme take a look and I'll check", at this point getting him out of trouble, granted 6'2" and two bottles of wine had him crying and sobbing to the police. I say yes they're my tools, as you can see I'm doing up the house, she agrees that she can see that. Next question? Do you want to press charges for theft of property? No thanks, I'll deal with him myself, conversation plays out that apparently we didn't notice him leave, he was off his rocked, I get my tools back, while I'm out talking my friends have the wit to hide the signs I've acquired over the last few months, a fair few, including a few recognizable ones... So that's cool, get in, drink some more and go out back to calm down, friend's somehow magically produced a joint - not a habit of mine anymore but at this point I was drunk enough to not complain and it's all cool, I'm angry about the position ginger craig's put me in with the police but he's been sent to bed and can't leave mine until either 3pm the next day or I breathalyze him and he clears it because he's driving. Then Eavie, the girl I've only just got together with asks to speak to me, rather annoyed starts talking about emm, well kerplonking three various girls over the last while, I end up angry at self, despite the fact that she was angry because her timeline was one big anachronism and some of it happened before I'd even met her and put my head through a wall and appear to break a knuckle on a wall... She thinks I'm angry at her and goes off then stays angry at me and we stay pissed off, I come back round and refuse to give over, then craig and chris (gay craig, not ginger craig) have some tiff and I snap off to find out why I just heard a noise that sounded like someone being hurt, it was just chris being upset but... Craig and I talk he's all angry about chris and being all annoyed because he was on my side apparently about the Eavie thing, despite me not being on my own side. Then we decide to swap people because I know chris pretty well and he'd keep and eye on eavie, she's walking out of the house and instead of walking around her I make a beeline towards her... Somehow, we kiss, not sure how, but she said she's not fighting anymore and we're all cool and then matt and gemma have to go and eavie lives near them so craig and I walk halfway there and come back, turns out that in our making up it took us two hours to make a twenty minute walk then craig and I took the rather scenic route back... Then I phoned her and pretty much sorted the last of the issues back, as I write it's seven in the morning, I have no idea how but that's two nights on the trot I've drank a horrific amount and been fine...

Wow XD I laughed so hard about the part about Craig getting arrested that nearly cried. Sounds like a couple of interesting nights XD

Not to be repeated for a bit, think I need me some adventures that don't end up in arrests and hangovers...

Smart idea, arrests and hangovers aren't great endings for adventures... Which Craig nearly got arrested?

Ginger craig, he also left this morning before he was allowed to and was probably over the limit riding home... That bemuses me greatly, since he was my responsibility, so he'd not get arrested I had to put him in bed and not let him leave the house...

Ah, got it. I think I might have asked what he was going to do if he wanted to use my screwdrivers and hacksaw... Though I can see why you might not have asked.

Well it's not polite but most people laugh at horrifically malformed spawn, like rednecks...

Sometimes politeness has to be sacrificed for a good laugh.

I was making a joke about laughing at the freak child...

Haha, sorry. Sometimes I don't get jokes over the internet.

To be fair text isn't as good for tone usually unless it's a long bit when you can develop it, plus I rely on my eyebrows massively in conversation...

Well it probably shouldn't have tentacles or extra eyes... Also if it doesn't have horns it has issues.

Sorry counts at 16 people, 16 who have taken time out of their day to explain to me that jacko is dead...

I was the first person to post a topic about MJ. I made sure that NO ONE else did it. I went to the search bar, typed "Michael Jackson" and clicked category to "forums". So sorry, if I am person #8.

How would that work? People texted me, beboed me Jesus one person called me in hysterics, the bad thing is I have them as Charley capstan, the name of the bar I met them in, until today I had no idea it was a girl or a guy, turned out to be a very upset girl...

I personally make it a policy not to mourn the death of child molesters.

Me neither, which is confusing, why am I being turned to in this hour of child molester mourning, I've never expressed any like for any of his music or lifestyle choices...

The only sadness I feel is that is it very probable that his young lifestyle, dictated by his family and fans, created him as he was.

I was going to but you beat me to it

It is ironic that Vincent Price is the one who raps on Thriller.