Was this before or after you maniacally chugged 3 bottles of cough syrup while contorting your body into some typa Japanese horror film creature last weekend?
Or maybe those bottles were already empty and you were just ACTING like you drank them, all-the-while doing face exercises as a form of some drama-class exercises in preparation for getting your life on track and pursuing a career in performance art.
I bet that's what it was. Aces to you, Schplew-e-Poo.
I shower everyday I brush my teeth everyday I go outside and see green stuff everyday Ashley wants my dick and I'm gonna make her beg for it I feel not depressed on med1 + med2 + ... The dollar tree wont sell me PCP anymore, which is good I've been eating healthy
check out this new pc game , its about an astral plane humanoid fighting for what is right, and one of its powers is the ability to shoot illuminati triangles. go figure.
Anyways last night when I was talking to my daughters mom on the phone I called my daughter "it" and she got very upset lol. I had to tell her to cool it
I've always fancied myself as something of a secret poet. I'm thinking of sending this gem in to compete for the noble prize : Let the shards and Budweiser guide me as I search endlessly for a blonde's tender buttom starfish. Yeah, I'm gonna hit it relentless and make her breathless. I've been sent my forces beyond your imagination and for my round hole fixation there can only be one sensation. Finally insertion declares my journey complete. I am free, I am home, I am one with the stinky ballon. *courtsey*
