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Lately there have been a lot of misinterpretations of just the kind of person I am. I hope this video (edited by Parker the bowling buddy) will clear things up:
The white screen is credits but due to low youtube quality you cannot read them. However, those are not important. What is important is that I love getting totally high off of Sharpie brand markers.
December 14th, 2006 at 6:47 am
First it’s sniffing sharpies, then it’s snorting wite-out and huffing rubber cement out of brown paper bags. Before you know it you’re living on the streets, shuffling from one office supply store to the next, just getting high and making paper-clip jewelry to sell at stoplights, counting the days until the monday after labor day, so you can rob third-graders of their napsacks full of back-to-school goodies to feed the acetate monkey on your back. Then after a few years, an old highschool classmate who’s in town for business trips over your marker-stained body while walking into staples. He offers you a publishing deal to share your story. You use the money to open an art-supply store, finally putting your affinity for glue and markers to good use, but business is slow. After the bills pile up, and tensions rise, you fire your 3 employees and begin to sniff your entire stock After a week you have not left your store once, and the electric company finally cuts your power. You scramble around your office (littered with hundreds of un-covered sharpies, bottles of wite-out and jars of rubber cement) and find the gift basket of scented candles and designer soaps Craig sent when you opened the store (for finally seeing the light and cleaning up your act). You light one of the candles, not realizing how volatile acetate is, and you, your store and your dreams are blasted to kingdom come. Another sad story comes to an abrupt, sharpie-stained end. Get help now, before it’s too late.
December 14th, 2006 at 6:23 pm
Are you going to listen to a punk named Micheal (who spells white “wite”)?!?! Do you realize how close that name is to Michelle and Michelles are not to be trusted. Just the other day a Micheal ju-jitzued you to the ground! Wise up Olivia, the best times of our lives are spent on the marker. That is some quality JTV bonding and no one should come between that.
December 15th, 2006 at 1:47 pm
If you pull your nose far away enough from the bottle, you’ll be able to read that it is indeed spelled w-i-t-e on the label. kisses.
December 16th, 2006 at 1:40 am
Haha
Immeadiatly after I typed that I thought that it might be done that way on the bottle. I decided I’d take the risk of looking stupid in exchange for a possible pride/integrity/spirt harming spelling correction. You win this time.