| ALADDIN 4 PRESIDENT!!! |
[Wednesday the 24th
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DEAREST ALADDIN,
HAPPY MOTHERFUCKIN’ 19th BIRTHDAY!
The gurrrlz from the PTWC, your dearest bestest friends, wish you all the fucking best. From us to you, we present you:
( ”THIS )
We hope you enjoyed this awesome interview you DIDN’T EVEN TELL US YOU DID! JFC. OMFG WTF. JESUS JOHNNY FUCKING CHRIST. – Anyways, we thought maybe, in times where you feel like nothing seems to be working out right, you can go back to this and it’ll give you hope and bring a smile to your face.
Because we totally fucking believe in you and we know that you’ll make it. And we’re so proud to know you and have you in our lives <3.
WE LOVE YOU,
Susi Hope & HeyJey of Suburbia
UND dein Lieblingskumpel Pete Wentz von Wentzenstein
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[Thursday the 21st
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Hung out with a bunch of A7X fans yesterday, had fun with pussy plugs, screaming German obscenities and SynGates.
Hope y'all are fineeeeee
Tomorrow we'll fly home.
Tonight - THRICE!
Totally running out of money and haven't bought anything for our families yet. YAY.
Metal Love
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| let me count the boygroup ways |
[Wednesday the 20th
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dear guys,
we'll grab a sub in a sec and then we'll go to bother a7x at the venue they're playing tonight. didn't get tickets unfortunately.
so these past days we've been shopping (beyond retro, everybody), making friends (with english and german people), buying ugly shit and hanging out. mostly we were busy though (jetset life and all).
check out heroes of a ghost town on myspace, good pop-punk band and nice people.
finished reading chuck p.'s rant and it's fucking awesome and sick, so check it if you haven't yet.
hexenbesen.
cheers y'all,
2/3 of ptwc
p.s.: DUDI WE MISS YOUUUUUU!!!
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| police cars and the spell of nandes |
[Sunday the 17th
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so you guys, we don't even know where to start.
first of all there are no pics and vids yet cause we can't upload 'em at the internet cafe but we'll spam you once we get back home.
also danny, not the merch guy but singer of the audition.
so now. here comes the breakdown.
went to a show in westcliff (we realized we were at the coast when we were wondering why everything looked like the australian outback) and despite what the internet said and what our friend said there were no trains going back to london at ELEVEN. we called our friend back and he drove there with a friend to pick us up but then some drama shit went down and we told him to go and clear it up, we'd manage just fine till the morning. yeah.
so we walked around, went to the sea and then decided we could still jump a train into the other direction to SHOEBURYNESS. God do we hate that fucking place. bitchtown.
arrived there to find out there were no trains either but there wasn't even a warm waiting hall or anything like it. ended up with a drunk guy named paul who was actually nice and funny but kinda really disgusting and creepy at times. when he suggested to cuddle up at 2am when we were already freezing like motherfucker we decided to go for a walk to get warm again. at the corner of the street he suddenly said he'd wait there, we went down the street and then noticed a police car. it did this cool u-turn and stopped right beside us, two very handsome and young cops sitting in there, asking if we were okay.
they decided to bring us to the police station cause it would be safer. lmao, their driving style was worse than in superbad minus the sirens.
they snuck us in and we think they got in trouble for it. we spent the next two and a half hours in the room where they put people to sober up and were realeased to get the first train back.
a lot more went wrong afterwards but we gotta go soon-is lololol. so whole story when we're home.
concert was fuckin' a by the way and we met some really awesome people (who give pretty amazing hugs).
can't clone us y'all
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| Nice aaaaaaaaaass(es) |
[Friday the 15th
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Yoho guyyys
we're not in taho but london does it for us. lolololol
lotz of nice asses in skinny jeans and don't forget bout the levi's one.
anyway, had to check train information that's why we're online.
eating lots of vitamins here (asub gets weird skin issues from it. be aware!)
we got presents in boots (1968s make up yohooo), hopefully not cause we look like we need it. lolololol.
shout out to the housewife and the husband ian, synfuckingaytes, elle, maya (so sad we can't meet), sam our idle graffito and stomaci. also we'd like to thank gabe saporta for never picking up and danny for calling us back twice.
lots of starbucks love,
heyjey & asub
p.s.: toast.
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| London Calling |
[Thursday the 14th
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Guys,
while Susi Hope hopped the plane to the US two days ago, HeyJey and I are spending the last hour at my house right now before my lovely brother drives us to the airport and we can finally go to London.
These past days were spent mostly creating shit, chillaxing and sitting on rooftops.
Yesterday, because it seems I always do that before I have to catch a flight, we went to my friend's party (check out his band) and since my brother wanted to drink, too, he asked HeyJey to drive. Well, that was fun! She hadn't driven a car with a clutch in two years and the test drive on the fields was already exciting, lol. My brother and his friends were convinced they were going to die in a car crash while I was pretty fucking much amused (might've been the alcohol though) and HeyJey was laughing hysterically behind the wheel. Good times.
So anyway, I'm still searching for my sun glasses and actually we haven't packed completely yet (how fucking scene queen of us) and we really want to take a bubble bath, I'll have to say "so long" for now. Might update from London; might not. Could be interesting, kinda scary.
Also check out these dudes.
...and Goodbye.
AsuB Fate and HeyJey of Suburbia (from behind)
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| Love it! |
[Sunday the 10th
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Yo guys,
HeyJey of Suburbia & AsuB Fate talking.
Here's the recap since Tuesday!
Reunited at the station and were definitely Nandes; totally drove to the tattoo shop immediately and got an appointment where we annoyed Philipp the next day. HeyJey got her tattoo and it's fucking awesome (but fading).
We were watching Stomaci and other hilarious shit, including The OC(feat. Ryan A. from Chino), Little Miss Sunshine, All Excess & much more at Susi's and later the week Life As a House, Brokeback Mountain, Superbad, Celebrity fucking Rehab (feat. Shifty) at Asub's.
Mostly we spent our days being majorly nandes, dying hair (twice a day, for real!), and stuffing ourselves with awesome cupcakes (the housewife made YAY!), popsicles and toast.
We were having a pretty fun but also stressful time because we had to clear up a feud. It's WIP.
Unfortunately our beloved Susi Hope had to leave us today because she'll rawk Califuckingfornia (and more of the westcoast) with her PTWC All Access - pass. It saddened us a lot.
This is why we listened to Indie vs. Fuck all day and then went to a Metal Festival where we made friends or enemies (not so sure about that one).
Wait for our profound video for Susi fucking Baker-Watte-Kinn (LOVE IT).
With love and whipped cream,
HeyJey of Suburbia & AsuB Fate
P.S.: HOUSEWIFE WE MISS THE FUCK OUT OF YOU!
P.P.S.: Who fucking did that?
P.P.P.S.: Go move some equipment!
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| PTWC parties too hard and is weird because someone is having a birthday. |
[Thursday the 5th
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Yo fuckers, it's celebration time!
Today we are gathered here to get drunk with the excuse of HeyJey of Surburbia's birthday. Se Rev and another psn are providing the majority of the necessary alcohol and of course, the stallion duck for the birthday dinner. And even though Booze Joe knows that drinking will destroy what is left of his brain he couldn't stay away from this awesome party. So, since saying "Let's party like it's your birthday" is kinda inappropriate right now, we say "Let's party like it's Synwenztar":
Though you've already got a Stomaci Mobile we couldn't help but buy you another car by clandestine industries (you know what we're talking about). Even Dick Nandes couldn't help but take a sip of the expensive Crystal Synyster brought along. The true punkrawker has dyed his hair for this special occasion and to our surprise the indiefucks are underdressed to fit with the party mob.
HP is shouting you a birthday song and everybody's singing along. Dick and Ian have been working for days to make this show the best of your life. After a lot of arguing Sorry NicK convinced Se Rev that he is the better drummer but he still has to put up with the best part of the bat-worshippers, Synystah and Zacky V. The skillfull make up was done by R. Ross, a sixteen year old girl from Vegas. Her art is especially admired by the showdancer Jacob Underwood who is accompanied by his friend Ashley tonight. Bassist Pete Wentz is pretty fed up though because he wasn't allowed to apply his guyliner himself tonight. We really hope you like the Judas Jumpsuit-Tribute-Band we casted for tonight and in case you don't, there's still Josh Madden waiting for his all-night-long appeareance in the DJ booth. Also, we hope Ashley Parker Angel jumping on stage and stealing Synyster's guitar to play the final solo before DJ Madden can kick the beat will be the only unfortunate incident tonight.
The queue in front of LA's LAX (the crime scene of tonight) is 235234 miles long and because not everyone is let in we see a crying Hanna Beth and a shouting Audrey Kitching waving their middle fingers at our bouncers. Not good enough, bitches.
We want this to be the best night of your life and in case you are wondering why (well, at least we were), here are a few things we came up with:
- You are the best Stomaci-shouter in the world
- You would have done a better job at doing the make up than the 16 year old girl
- You are obviously way hotter than Josh Madden could ever be
- Your cock is much bigger than theirs
- Susi Hope's boobs miss you.
- Hello, headmaster of Madden school?!
- The master of the professional Benji jump
- Award winner for using the most toilet paper
- Homie of Simple fucking Plan
- Gawd of Muzak
- This is a reason,too:
...and much more. We hope we kissed your ass enough for a 19th birthday.
The PTWC says STOMACI! and ROXANA WIN!
Our presents are better than any flying pig hoodie could ever be.
So here's to orgasming to Ashton in the cinema, screaming wrong names until the right person talks to you and masturbating to Bden's hips in the shower!
With Love and Lube,
Susi Hope and AsuB Fate
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