Man what to say....my worlds got shattered again...I got so many things going and now I got no where to put em. I started tie up loose ends in life like the band on your depends, but shit still spills out the sides.....and
you know what? It still stinks.
you know what? It still stinks.
Haven't even hit that mid life crisis yet but I been dead inside long before this....so what to do? Buy more shit?
Ignore Tyler Durden and just go all out like Flash Thompson? Lose your legs and walk on my dick I guess...gonna lose a few inches of height but I bet this Pogo stick gets me the bogo treatment at all the gas stations around town.
Professional, got the dope side room, quiet spot...just stuff all the skeletons back in the closet and when they try to talk back hit em with the rubber hose. Yeah, its some odd innuendo going on like always....caustic like boiling pine sol and drinking it overate like a Syder cut. The end is near but we will meet again type shit. I'm always gonna be here like a nightmare on elm street but when you tell me I'm not real Ima just shoot your ass. And if its big ima shoot it with at least six ropes like a cenobite.
Ok enough of that, moral of the story folks, we all evolve....and have to find that niche. Some of us are adults early in life so we hit that mid life at thirty, some of us never seem to find the painting to hang over the fire place. I guess I just had to come here to bitch about the fact that I found it...and that bitch caught on fire and burned my house down.
Put all that in your hat, choke the rabbit, buy a chainsaw and rob a c store with it folks. I'll be back next time like venereal disease and on a book shelf near you just so you can hate your relatives again soon.
Until next time, stay jelly cause that peanut butter came out of someones butt.
Ignore Tyler Durden and just go all out like Flash Thompson? Lose your legs and walk on my dick I guess...gonna lose a few inches of height but I bet this Pogo stick gets me the bogo treatment at all the gas stations around town.
Professional, got the dope side room, quiet spot...just stuff all the skeletons back in the closet and when they try to talk back hit em with the rubber hose. Yeah, its some odd innuendo going on like always....caustic like boiling pine sol and drinking it overate like a Syder cut. The end is near but we will meet again type shit. I'm always gonna be here like a nightmare on elm street but when you tell me I'm not real Ima just shoot your ass. And if its big ima shoot it with at least six ropes like a cenobite.
Ok enough of that, moral of the story folks, we all evolve....and have to find that niche. Some of us are adults early in life so we hit that mid life at thirty, some of us never seem to find the painting to hang over the fire place. I guess I just had to come here to bitch about the fact that I found it...and that bitch caught on fire and burned my house down.
Put all that in your hat, choke the rabbit, buy a chainsaw and rob a c store with it folks. I'll be back next time like venereal disease and on a book shelf near you just so you can hate your relatives again soon.
Until next time, stay jelly cause that peanut butter came out of someones butt.
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