152 Sims Avenue is a house dedicated to immoral and relentless drama. From puke face to "get out of here, this isn't a daycare" 152 has seen it's fair share of drama. As 152's number 1 fan I am entitled to endorse and rectify its true meaning to the world, specifically, Tillicum Victoria.
At first it was seen as a party house, actually, it still is one and the summer of 2010 will be buck nasty || you heard it here first ||
Although 152 is seen as a happy place, it has seen its fair share of troubles. Black people falling out of second story windows, fences being broken in massive scraps, and at least 7 scenario's that I can count, where Kevin Ogborne (facebook him) has had his room puked in. For some reason the party is in his room or the laundry room. Personally, I'm sick of the laundry room, nothing is safe in there unless you have a gun or your name is Spencer.
The only real relevance to even writing about 152 is the fact that this summer the house needs to be abused via : parties, drinking, drugs, sex, sex, and lots of crying. I intend to manifest at least 60% of these occurrence's on a personal level either directly or indirectly.
xoxo Young Gunn ;)
Thursday, April 22, 2010
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