Category: TOAD NEWS FEED

Having a designated driver is so great…we went to 2-3 different parties that whole night…my pictures really weren't the greatest from that night but what can you say….

hmm went drinking on the company card last night….bought a round of Pabst Blue Ribbon for all the beautiful ladies seated with me. I think i was in bed by 3 but that didn’t stop me from sleeping until the afternoon….again…guess it’s gonna be a really unproductive day…..

what shall we use, to fill the empty spaces, where, we used to talk on aim……

how should i, fill the final aimlist, how should i, complete my buddylist!!!

AHHHH

I AM JUST A NEW TOAD!

STRANGER IN THIS OFFICE!

WHERE ARE ALL THE GOOD BONGS!

WHO’S GONNA SHOW THIS STRANGE TOAD AROUND!!!

hehe

god, gotta stop going out with angie…

every night it’s like “heres my other really cute friend” and “oh this is my other cute, single, really cute friend”.

every fucking night.

tonight was bad too….i bought a round of drinks, they started really talking to me, they asked me a few questions about what i did…it turned out fucked up….angie actually made a comment tonight about how she doesn’t hangout with ugly chicks.

i need more friends that don’t hangout with ugly chicks.

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hehe drove my dad’s 911 today on the race track. i think i’ve told every single person i’ve come in contact with that i did.

I am so absofuckinglutely tired. I drink a few cups of coffee, find out what exactly i need to do. Turns out me and my dad are basically running the starting line which means going up to every car that goes on the track, pressing down on the hood, making sure they closed their door and trunk properly. Nothing better then rolling up onto some dude's $150,000 Porsche, push down on the logo, pull on the door and then push down on their trunk.

Finally, after a good lunch, i get to ride in one of these amazingly fucked up cars. I get in a car with a friend of my dad's. We're going 90pmh in what seems like a few feet from the starting line and go into this sick turn. We don't slow down.

My jaw literally drops, not like “my jaw drops”, my jaw litterally opens as i prepare my body and soul for death as i see we're going 120 mph down the straightaway. We take several 90 degree turns at sickening speeds. The beautiful woman driving, giggling the whole time, as im thrown from one side of the seat to the other, still strapped into the harness. We get out. I propose to her.

I literally didn't think women could drive like that. The whole world was a different shade of blue.

I took more pics, more people went out driving and then we had a final “lets all have beer” session. Before that my dad throws me the keys to his 911. His 1997, last of the air cooled porsches, the car that's sat in the garage. Like phosphorescent desert buttons , singing one familiar song…

I get it up to around 100 on the straightaway, not breaking until i see the breaking cones. He tells me to break. I'm like “yeah i know”. Another straightaway. More gas. Then breaking, breaking, gas, breaking, turning, gasing, gasing, breaking, GASING, saying “come on, let me do one more lap” GASING, BREAKING, GASING, BREAKING, TURNING, GASING.

I want a Porsche.

I still think the best part of the day was when he asked me to grab him another beer before we left, but not to open it. I run back, grab a handful of beers and get in the car.

I like beer.

this is a open letter to ian, marla or anyone else who knows me, how to update my site after i’m dead.

Step 1) Define topic. You really have only 2 topics. How girls are fucked up and no one is having sex with you. That is the easier topic. You also have the “our goverment is fucked” update, also very easy to do while drunk.

Step 2) Drink heavily while listening to mp3s. Just load anything up, get just about any kind of forty and you’ve got this step.

scoutmastertoad: it’s 3:20am, im drunk, been high all day, i got a access point for designing a website that had to do with greeting cards, i designed my dad a leet website for his company and i made a pretty pimp flyer for a club that said they would give me free drinks….fuck i spent more money then i made today haha

Im sick of girls that are going through PMS. Bitching about “how tough it is to be a girl”. It can’t be any worse then being a guy.

I’m serious, I go out maybe 3 nights a week. I see girls. I see girls that i want to cut, chop up, eat and serve on a nice plate with maybe some potatoes. I don’t care how much PMS must hurt, nothing hurts more then seeing some beautiful specimen of the female species, in a pair of way too tight jeans. Like i can actually picture the face she would make during sex. I picture what those jeans would look like, getting pulled from those perfect tight thighs, this is way worse then PMS.

And this is just the random girl at a bar.

We’re not even talking about my crushes. Like the girls that actually seem worth datable (girls on my aim list, girls with laptops. girls with aim), those are so much worse. Once a girl gives me a solid reason to really be fucked up over her, it’ll happen within a few weeks. Just kinda how it works. Especially in real life.

Tonight, well, 4 hours ago, when i was still relatively sober, Angie calls. 1am, only angie could be calling.

I pick up the phone while im putting my boots on. Boots, knife, wallet, watch, keys, drive, drink, drink, drink.

She had a friend with her tonight, someone who i was introduced to while really drunk, so it was kinda fucking with me that i actually remembered her name. I told them tonight that i have a real problem rememebering people’s names that I met in real life.

If you msg me on aim, i’ll remember you.

They all agreed that that was really unhealthy, we drank more and all departed again.

I want to fuck Angie’s friend.

It’s horrible too, like i get around 300 hits a day, but none of you will ever know the truth behind Angie’s friend. Like i’ve developed a perfect x-ray vision for picturing girl’s naked and i trust this screenshot.

If you know what i mean.

Like it disgusts me that i’m updating some boring website about another girl that i pictured naked the whole night, but it happens so often that i gotta at least mention it once…or dozens and dozens of times.

It’s pretty late now, probably around time for that warm, comforting bed to be occupied.

Today has been a good day tho…I designed a beautiful layout for my dad’s site, a flyer for a friend of mine about 4 hours after the website, then i designed a fairly decent site for a my friend’s sister. He offered me a wireless access point for a website. I can handle that, hehe. I even brought a 40.

I’m about designed out for the day. 3 people out of 3 people have liked what they have seen. I feel unstoppable. Tommorow i shall code, design, steal, murder, smoke, and eat whatever it takes to provide a quality website.

cuz toad, doesn’t, play.

nothing better then getting a phone call on your cellphone at 7pm that’s work related. I need to get a home phone again and turn the evil cell phone off. At one point of the conversation she asked if i wanted her to call me back on another line.

best part is tommorow she’s swinging by the office to talk..

“what time do you usually get in?”

“Oh umm how about 11”

“Hah, okay you just give me a call whenever you get here”

Ugh, can’t wait for tommorow.