Back again for the very something time. The SATs and LSD. How did you grow up? Was it with a cock in your mouth and a needle in your arm? Not me. Close, but not as dire. No thanks to the H.
Take a girl out, she won't fuck you. You just bought her a gram of coke. Spent all your money on shitty coke. I'm not a loser! That's right, I'm not a loser!, I'm not a loser!
That's from The Descendents-"I'm Not A Loser." So is this..
Your pants are too tight, you fucking homos. You suck, and you buttfuck; you don't belong here. Go away, you fucking gay. I'm not a loser!
How did people ever get away with that shit? And these guys are beloved. It's all humor. I get it.
I don't buttfuck. But I am a loser.
God, I hate this fucking desert. My dad's getting worse too. Keep up on that glorious path, you guys...
PS: here is a photographic Scene Report on the morning after a recent Tolleson cocaine blunt party. (I was not invited, thankfully)...
|Tolleson, AZ, 9/3/11|
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