July 7 to July 24
If any of you would like intructions on how to drink copious amounts of alcohol without dying. Let me know It would be good to meet a few of you wee bollox.
 I'm Heading Til Murica In Summer. San Diego (AKA Whales Vagina)
 I'm Heading Til Murica In Summer. San Diego (AKA Whales Vagina)
					
				July 7 to July 24
If any of you would like intructions on how to drink copious amounts of alcohol without dying. Let me know It would be good to meet a few of you wee bollox.
 
 
					
				Where are your layovers? If you've got time maybe we can stalk you at the airport.
 
 
					
				ffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu first clo and shiny, and now you! Right after I leave the state!
I'll never get over this
I was like "where have I heard that whale's vagina business before" and then all of a sudden it hit me
 
 
					
				I could try to get down there and kick you in the nuts, if you like.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
 
			
			 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
						 
					
				
			
			
			
				 
			
			 
			
				 
 
					
				Well smurf you and your not visiting the East coast and foa, then.
Signature by rubah. I think.
 
 
					
				I'm getting punched?
 
 
					
				I'm leaving July 6th, so I need to see about Nate's work.
I believe I will be in San Diego July 2nd - 6th.
 
 
					
				7 hour laty over in NYC on the way there and a depressing 15 hour one on the way home. This flight will definately kill me
 
 
					
				Don't worry, you'll spend most of that in our pathetic security lines.