You know what that title means? If you do...please tell me....since it aint mean shit when I stuck it up there....js. Its part of the moral of the story that you let unfold while little Jimmy didn't eat his food and the shit got cold....
And Jimmy got knocked tf out by his mom, since Jimmy has a family with old school sensibilities. Which are abundantly slack and non existent in this world anymore. It's not even worth talking about how much shit changed....or how much it's just not worth it or crying over spilled milk....since well milk is bad for you....I mean...damn? Right? Shit....
On the same note but I'm gonna digress some.....big surprise.....has it changed that much? Or is it just that as we get older....that veil lifts some? You see the man behind the curtain....you see the blemishes on the paint....the meth pox on the titties you would have said were best ever five years ago.
Life is perception, and damn. I need to clean my glasses. Oh well enough of that, let us not get depressed.....then you may well need another pill....and not just the ones that work on you pecker this time.
Well.....shit. I don't have another corpse to poke with a stick outside that one this time....guess I too have suffered the fate of complacent....non addicted...monotone living. Guess I need to go down to the corner and find some inspiration *heroin* then I can get famous too.
Or die. I mean that train sailed about fifteen years ago....I'd be like Trump trying to wear Ag Slim Strait jeans with a cucumber stuffed in the pants and pick up Cardi B and Barbara Streisand for a threesome. No good could come of it....
Until next time folks.....don't bitch too much...just listen to me do it....then say how much I suck. It's ok. I'm a Doctor and shit....
On the same note but I'm gonna digress some.....big surprise.....has it changed that much? Or is it just that as we get older....that veil lifts some? You see the man behind the curtain....you see the blemishes on the paint....the meth pox on the titties you would have said were best ever five years ago.
Life is perception, and damn. I need to clean my glasses. Oh well enough of that, let us not get depressed.....then you may well need another pill....and not just the ones that work on you pecker this time.
Well.....shit. I don't have another corpse to poke with a stick outside that one this time....guess I too have suffered the fate of complacent....non addicted...monotone living. Guess I need to go down to the corner and find some inspiration *heroin* then I can get famous too.
Or die. I mean that train sailed about fifteen years ago....I'd be like Trump trying to wear Ag Slim Strait jeans with a cucumber stuffed in the pants and pick up Cardi B and Barbara Streisand for a threesome. No good could come of it....
Until next time folks.....don't bitch too much...just listen to me do it....then say how much I suck. It's ok. I'm a Doctor and shit....
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