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Friday, July 05, 2002 :::

This is a story about a girl named Avril... - Lavigne, that is.

What a crazy canuck! And to think - I once entertained the possibility of her being my rock-and-roll soulmate. What was that all aboot?

Thanks go to Mr. Brent Turner (PapaBear18) for the 411 on this out-of-control Canadian pop-rock-star.

Brent offered to tell me Miss Lavigne's story after I inquired about my cd booklet, which he was going to attempt to have her sign for me.

The following events occurred July 4th, around 1:30 AM:

JMunkey: is my booklet still in tact?
PapaBear18: yeah
PapaBear18: its still good
PapaBear18: i couldnt get the autograph tho
PapaBear18: wanna hear what happen?
JMunkey: no problem...-was she too busy smokin' pot?
JMunkey: yes
PapaBear18: well
PapaBear18: aropund 1;30
PapaBear18: cops came to her room
PapaBear18: it was trashed
PapaBear18: severly damage
PapaBear18: she was drunka
PapaBear18: and high
PapaBear18: along with her guitar plaer
PapaBear18: they found her
PapaBear18: took all the bands stuff
PapaBear18: through it out
PapaBear18: and kicked her out of the hotel
PapaBear18: arrested her manager
JMunkey: lol, wow...
PapaBear18: while the guitar player snuck out the back
PapaBear18: and ran into the park
JMunkey: and what became of him?
PapaBear18: dont know
PapaBear18: didnt see
JMunkey: i see...is that the end of the story?
PapaBear18: thats all that we saw
JMunkey: jeez...that's pretty crazy.
JMunkey: thank you for the story...-i shall blog it so that the people may know the truth.
PapaBear18: lol
PapaBear18: you do that

It's done, Brent...it's done.

May the truth set you free.

ps...Although the multitudinous errors in spelling and grammar may suggest it, I promise that Mr. Turner was not innebriated in any unnatural way when he relayed Miss Lavigne's story to me. Do not blame Brent; blame his insatiable desire for my mother's delicious peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches. I am sure that these cravings stole away his attention during past english classes. It was either that...or incessant daydreaming about his own soulmate. Probably a combination of the two...-it is likely that Brent spent most of his time in class dreaming about Annie finding...creative and stimulating ways to feed him peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches. mmmmmm...

::: posted by AJBrotz at 5:54 PM

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