It’s been quite a while since my previous post; since, visits have been made and Skyrim played! Hopefully, the site will soon gain some momentum – feel free to post often as you desire.
Before Fus Ro Dah:
Meester John,
The wonders you bring and will continue to present to the world about you are innumerable and truly priceless. If ever you are unsure of the direction of your life, look inside and realize you are bound for limitless successes. May the new chapter opening before you in your life fulfill each of your wishes wholly!
Forever Alone
- B.E.
Mister John in all of his musical godhood often picks up and plays instruments when we hang out. Very often when we’re at Forever Alone Chair’s house his sister is bro-ing with us in the basement. The two events are connected thusly: FAC’s little sister has a cow when she hears Mister John’s music. One time the music (which in itself is like aural sex) induced a high on FAC’s little sister. She was so stoned out of her mind by acoustic latin guitar solos that she uttered the words “It’s like we’re not even alive”. Needless to say the music came to a complete stop because we were all so shocked by the statement. It has gone down in our group’s history as one of the many jokes pertaining to FAC’s little sister.
~amazingboy97
“hhhhaaaaaaaaaaa yeahhhhhh…”
- Meester John’s brother
In commemoration of the initial conception of the Forever Alone Chair concept following the conclusion of the school year, the famed “Forever Alone Chair” itself was revisited today and photographed.
Forever Alone
- B.E.
Following a final farewell to the residents of his neighborhood and hometown last night, our remarkable “bro” Chris H. departed early this morning to commence the following chapter of his life at VCU. May best wishes and hopes for his success accompany him on his journey in life. In commemoration of this date and the gradual dissolution of our network of “bros”, Forever Alone Chair has been created to document life after departure.
Forever Alone
- B.E.
