1108 | post title: hear my fuckin bass neighbor |

Listen. If I were/was a writer I would write something. True story. I would make it sad and sprinkle in just a glimmer of hope and there would be a fella
yeah

And you would really want him to become a good person and survive slash succeed okay and this would be for a couple of reasons:

1. He would be good looking.
2. I would write him in such a way that you would want to be his friend becuz all your real-life friends suck.

And there would also be a girl okay. She would be like this:

1. Hot
2. Blue eyes.
3. Money.
4. Into the dude.
5. Swimming in problems.

And you would like the girl becuz she would remind you babyboy of the girls you cannot get in real life so like essentially yeah
and I know this is kinda gross okay
but you would word fuck her on the Internets okay.

Yeah so anyway my story would be poignant okay. Hi. A real tear-jerker and weenus-jerker too

[shhhhhh].

Sweetie never tell anyone you get off on the dubbayuh dubbayuh dubbayuh. Ppl will think you are weird okay.

Okay end of post except for one more thing.

Hi. I just wiped my cum on folded toilet paper. I was watching group sex again. Now I am going to go vacuum.

Okay the post can't end yet I have to tell you something else:

Hi. I wish I were/was a writer. Becuz if I was I would write something that you would like and then you would email me and say Hi Ty I really like your post and I would email you back and go

shucks and I would walk around all day feeling good about this asdf nonsense that has obsessed me and impoverished me for ninety five str8 decades.

One more thing.

This is what I heard when I went to buy bread from the Hebrews earlier:

Eat my fuck you fucking transvestite junkie!

And while several ppl overheard - for the most part the world did not pause.

The end. Bless.

RIDE OR DIE 369xoxoxoxotyrellaugustusbsmithIII