Disclaimer 1.0: Guys, this is a fucking joke. Laugh a-fucking little. Fuck.
"94.2 FM how may I help you?"
"Ummm, hi I'm calling about the Justin Bieber VIP contest? Am I caller number 3?"
"….YES. YOU.ARE! CONGRATS!"
"Oh my gosh yes!"
That's pretty much how my morning started. It all started when I woke up one Monday morning, just preparing for another boring day at school.
Same boring classes, same boring cafeteria food, same boring life. At least that's what I thought until I was heading out the door.
A local radio station was hosting a contest for the 3rd caller. The lucky winner would win VIP tickets to Justin's concert.
I knew I just had to win this, school could wait. Plus, I'd never live it down if I passed up on this fine opportunity.
I whipped out my trusty cell phone, and dialed the number. I talked to some operator lady. She sounded really, like really depressed.
"Never say never. Things will get better." I told her before she transfered my call, it's the new phrase I live by, plus, as a fellow Bieliber, I think it's something Justin would want me to do. Finally I talked to another lady, this one more cheerful than the first, she delivered the good news. I had won!
Practically jumping out of my skin, I gave my contact information and how they should go about mailing the tickets to me. This was the perfect start to a now-looking perfect day.
The contest awards me 3 tickets, so I figured I should bring along 2 more friends.
Only problem is, I'm a guy. And none of my BFFs are Bielibers!
How u like start of story, I decided to show a part every blog, that way you gotta keep guessing 4 moar.
Keep in mind that this story is influenced greatly on the comments, so any "suggestions" or "hunches" you might have could be implemented.
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Today was pretty boring actually, tomorrow will be better I hope.
Got this new project thing for Drama, practicing giving and taking the focus. You know like our audience.
Because I have no friends I'm such a good actor, the teacher didn't put me in a group of 4 like everyone else. I'm a 1 man army and my job is to, make my own character and literally hijack everyone else's performances.
Do I got this in the bag? No duh.
Just kidding, there's only uno or deux groups I have to really worry about. One has this really cute girl in it and the other is filled with really funny guys.
I'm sure I can take them, I mean shit, I'm the Token Black Guy.
Right guys?
~Nass
7 Comments
is ur char the 12 yr old dat he punched?
NO.
> it’s the new phrase I live by, plus, as a fellow Bieliber, I think it’s something Justin would want me to do
what the fuck
Someone caught me reading this blog, and thought I was into gay porn. Had to explain myself.
But otherwise, I laughed during the reading of the blog. Especially the quote Joaco emphasized.
Bieliber? Holy crap, they’re taking over.
Flameo, Nass. Flameo.