Is it time to send me to the home yet? I mean I feel about ninety now, forget everything, hate everything I don’t understand, can’t keep up with technology, never go out…..shit let me stop before I go lay in traffic.
You ever notice how we all got phones now, even homeless people…and never want to answer the motherfucker? My phone is on silent nine hundred percent of the time, and the best way to get me is with a text. Well My personal one anyways, the work one? I like to think it as the ruin of man, the wrecker of homes, just a general abortion of reason or happiness.
So yeah. I done went to ancestry and got one of them estimates...and the shits worse than going to the dealer for car repairs. I mean i saw one before and that shit was awesome! I was so hype when I saw a sale around fathers day I said FUCK YES I'M IN! Then the results came back .....
Well hello world. I suppose by now I should be reformed and want to help everyone out. I don’t have to struggle like I did and guess I lost my mojo. But…..you know…you always get a feel for the old shit like skid marks in your pants sometimes.
I gotta bang out this volume like a cheap prostitute taking back shots at a hotel on Lamar. It's never gonna be quantity
its always quality, like the time you should spend with your wife and kids...but don't cause you got a drinking problem and
your dick stopped working after you got hit over the head with a dildo that fell out the closet.
Nothing to see here. Same old Saint, synthetic and all.