La Vie Boheme

So hear is the long pramised Post from me abbout how my Vallentines’day was. I no allot of peeople where waiteng for me to post this and so now Im just dong that. So I dint evan no it was valleantine’sday un till righte wen it was thet. I dint evan no thet it was  until I herd a nockeng comming from my dore and it was a postel dalivery man with a big box of flawers Accept then it tern’ed out that the flawers where for my land lord laddy and the postel’man junst nocked on the rong dore and then I new my dey was gong to be rilly badd from then on out, I just hadd a fealeng abbout it! GOD!

So then I was just siting in my chare eeting a role and thecking about pore’ieng my salf a glas of juice or some theg and then my phone range and it was Roger on the phone askeng me if I wonted to be a dinnerdate for the vallentines day and I sed o um yeop thet wuld be riley good Roger and he sed yep you bet boy a&nd then he hug up the phones And I hug up my phone on my wall. And so then i just set araund in my househomme un till araund 5′pm or so wen Roger puled up too the frant of my homme and hocked his car hoarn LAUD and it scered me rill bad GOD WOW!!!

     And then Roger ceme up to my dore and sed lets go boy are you reddy and I just sed ueop and gott in the carr. And Roger drave to a plase called Call a mato or some theg, I do’nt rilly rameber the neme of it axactly accept it was caled some theg. And I ansked Roger um if wat kind of foode they hadd at this plase and he sed welp Batt its greak foode to bad you do’nt got any colcher other wise you wuld of nowne that and I sed oh well were is Greak’foode from or whatever and hse sed its from grease you toole and he slaped my nee. Then I should of junst shutt my big maunth or whatever but I sed oh is it cocked in allot of grease, do they have fride chickin alat or some theg. And I sed thet becuase I thaunt thet was wat it was they cocked or some theg becuase of the neme and it beng from a tonne of Grease brrrrr, but no. And Roger slaped my fase and ey’s a feww timme’s and sed no you dumm bet**********tche Grease is a contry dint you lern any theg in schoole and I just was quite!! GOD!!!

And then so any way we gott to Calla’mato and wint in and Roger mede the survers’man set us on the paddio evan tho it was rilly coald and had raned thet day and the chares where still wit!! And Roger mede me set in his chare ferst to dry it winth my bu**t a&nd I hatted thet!!! GOD! But it was a gud joanke and a grate wey to stort the eaveneneing I gess and plus Roger was wareing his Good jeen’s and dint want to spole them so I just sed o.k

And then Roger hadd the surver’man teck a pictcure of him and me setting on a sertin Morbel binch they hadd in the out’dores paddioplase their at the rastrreant. And they toke a pictcute on useng Rogers diggital cammara thet he mede me cary in their. (Allso the back’story on the pictcure is thet I asked  him to pleas emaile it to me so I culd have a coppy but he dint. And he junst poasted it on his bebo accept I was totally Croped out, wat a good jonke!!wow!!!

And then Roger and I ordared diner and Roger gott the madatarenan Sallad and the Lamm’sheck and a platte of grease bred and a big grease sam’witch thet I do’nt ramember the neme off and a  big platte of corly’frys. An allso a gint wege of crumbly’bread wafferes winth Nutts and hunney and I do’nt rameber wat it was caled ether GOD GOD GOD WY AM I SOOOO DUMM ABBOUT RAMEMBERENG NEME’s OF FOOD’ES GOD!!! Any wey and I ordared a madatarenen Sallad to accept Roger toald me I cu’dnt ordder any theg else becuase the foode their was to riche for me!! GOD I winsh it wa’snt so filing their but I gess Roger was junst lockeng out for me.

And Roger dreck allso abbout 5 Beere’s and a sertin Shott of greeask Wine or some theg and he bitt the foode hord and atte rilly fest and junst laud and toare throgh the grease bred like their was’nt a tamarrow!!!wow!

And then he sed hey Batt lets play Rogers dare gamme and I sed ok. And then he mede me pout an Ollave in my noze and all so 1 in my ear’s and in the endd the peeple at the restronet hadd to cale an Abulace and I hadd too go to the hospental for them to teck them out so I dint get an infeckshin or choak, GOD GOD GOD!!!!

Then after I gott back from the hospental Roger was at my househomme and hadd eetin all of the chocklit’s from a Box of themm my mom geve me and he dint even carre. And he mede me go too the Krogger at 11′PMs and by him more choclikt’s. And all so I hadd to pey for dinnere at the greese plase sense Roger laft his creddit’card in his wolet. In his carr GOD! GOD! GOD!!!