Maybe by now you know I play the guitar...work a lot, bitch about everything, light fires in California forest and spray aerosol cans in front of mesophiloma clinics. Or, maybe you dont know and I have been wasting my time telling you about my daring do and the many adventures in cartoon land I have had over these years (months) doing this site.
Ah you think its over and this is some kind of farewell....well ladies and gentlemen Jeffrey Phillip Wielandt I am not.....look it up and then kill yourself it it's too hard.
No I was just running a bit of a summary your way....kind of bitching about how I dont know where I will go with my multifaceted career of jack of all trades thug life escapades that I chronicle on these here white pages. And yes. I suppose they can be black red blue and green but not yellow....sorry china but someone beat ya to that one. So slow pace and mindless rambles I dont know where this volume is going...and I think hell may be too far since I dont charge here...and the motherfucker ran out of gas halfway there....I suppose I could try to borrow some from Rick Mo ranis though since honey he didn't just shrink the kids.
Ok ok so back to the point, or lack there of. On the long road to hell all you want to know is why noone charged the air conditioner and maybe a sweet tea to compliment the lipton and brimstone smell outside, sounds like some dreams from my youth....maybe I knew somewhere I would be me but you would be you and you would be reading this as I wrote it about me.....didnt I do this line like thirteen blogs ago? FFS. Keep me up on the editorial like john holmes after he od'd on viagra people. This world.....needs you.
No not really. But you need to think, feel, live that way. Nothing wrong with that except you of course, and me.....so fuck it drink up and kill a marshmallow....they let the cave men in when you go to work to gang bang your wife. I mean seriously....you never got the stay puff reference??
No I was just running a bit of a summary your way....kind of bitching about how I dont know where I will go with my multifaceted career of jack of all trades thug life escapades that I chronicle on these here white pages. And yes. I suppose they can be black red blue and green but not yellow....sorry china but someone beat ya to that one. So slow pace and mindless rambles I dont know where this volume is going...and I think hell may be too far since I dont charge here...and the motherfucker ran out of gas halfway there....I suppose I could try to borrow some from Rick Mo ranis though since honey he didn't just shrink the kids.
Ok ok so back to the point, or lack there of. On the long road to hell all you want to know is why noone charged the air conditioner and maybe a sweet tea to compliment the lipton and brimstone smell outside, sounds like some dreams from my youth....maybe I knew somewhere I would be me but you would be you and you would be reading this as I wrote it about me.....didnt I do this line like thirteen blogs ago? FFS. Keep me up on the editorial like john holmes after he od'd on viagra people. This world.....needs you.
No not really. But you need to think, feel, live that way. Nothing wrong with that except you of course, and me.....so fuck it drink up and kill a marshmallow....they let the cave men in when you go to work to gang bang your wife. I mean seriously....you never got the stay puff reference??
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