I want to tell you something.
Eat a bagodix.
Or my mung. Yeah.
That's right.
Eat
eat eat
eat my something. AND THEN SAY you likeit. AND THEN smile at me. SMILE LIKE YOU MEAN IT>
After that we can run away to the future in a car with a ragtop. And I'll eat your ragtop. And I'll drink your barley wine with you. And I'll ride to the coke man's place with you. And I'll sit there while you pretend to me like you are flirting with him to get us a better deal - but irregardless I'll know that you are secretly coming back when I'm not around and doing lots of free blow and maybe rubbing him off who knows I mean coke dick is coke dick, right baby?
Yeah.
But hey we can ride, right? Take that car out all fast and get paranoid together and bond and then lie and fight and punch one another and then break up. It'll be like Otto in the subway it'll be
like the world's dick in my ass>
DRUGS YEAH THEY FUCK ME UP.
I ALSO HAVE BASIC PROBLEMS WITH FITTING IN OK.
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So when I go hey I'm going to the grocery store
and yes you know that it's 90 hundred thousand degrees outside
AND RUSH HOUR
not one person
no
nary a soul in my house says hey XXXXXXMAC
which
as you know is a common nickname for Ty
yeah
not one of those motherfuckers said hey yo man
don't go to the store right now
today is the 1st.
Unfuckingbelievable.
This immediately after finding the poop washcloth - which - as you know - is a story I told in another place. The place ROTTO HATES and therefore shall forever remain nameless!!!! LOLS.
Buncha dirty bastards if you ask me.
Anyway. Back to the thriving class. Wanna know how I figured out it was Mother's Day?
When I saw 14 ppl gathered around each cart trying to see who could cram boxed food in that bitch the fastest.
And everyone, naturally, cussing and morbidly obese.
Except, of course, for the 100 yr old biker check with the super old crucified, crying bitch ass Jesus face (thorn crown), on the side of her right calf. Seriously, the tattoo was so old that the magic man resembled the Scream mask.
I
Mean
Come
On.
gfuckymbless
and yes you know that it's 90 hundred thousand degrees outside
AND RUSH HOUR
not one person
no
nary a soul in my house says hey XXXXXXMAC
which
as you know is a common nickname for Ty
yeah
not one of those motherfuckers said hey yo man
don't go to the store right now
today is the 1st.
Unfuckingbelievable.
This immediately after finding the poop washcloth - which - as you know - is a story I told in another place. The place ROTTO HATES and therefore shall forever remain nameless!!!! LOLS.
Buncha dirty bastards if you ask me.
Anyway. Back to the thriving class. Wanna know how I figured out it was Mother's Day?
When I saw 14 ppl gathered around each cart trying to see who could cram boxed food in that bitch the fastest.
And everyone, naturally, cussing and morbidly obese.
Except, of course, for the 100 yr old biker check with the super old crucified, crying bitch ass Jesus face (thorn crown), on the side of her right calf. Seriously, the tattoo was so old that the magic man resembled the Scream mask.
I
Mean
Come
On.
gfuckymbless
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