Whats with the versace obsession , i got a really god story for you there , rock icons and all....
Drop it on you tomorrow at 3 am , DW
i read, but missed the superhero part. fuck day is it? edge of my toilet seatttt!!!! the devil is in the details, man!!! did they eat pineapple, or swedish fish, first!!! was it an American standard the lines were racked on, or a size two? man... sounds so cool! never actually touched a double base, or taken a closer look into guitar strings, instead of piano wire for my heman woman haters club member key fobs and garrote wire.
u know... sometimes i google stuffs i feel, unusual/abnormal... but it doesn't make me hard to c u can actually get it, for less than 5$, online. knew about the ceramics use for a few kids who ratted on me over a last day of school, fire alarm, but those new, two birds one stone, brand handles.... some people r fucked up, man. i figure between that search and the actual cat one, from the other day... i just made some seven, illegal, detective's list.
i got a middle name... anybody got a copy of catcher in the rye, for me? can i still get second day free dilvery from someone who licked the stamp n new York, or do those droplets get a two week quarantine?
and yes... even though i laughed with the roadcrew 10, yesterday... there were still three doods, to a shovel and someone to supervize those 3 shovelin, superz. funny thing was... besides the fact that the guy who refused the case of coronas probably was beaten within an inch of his life, after the other nine, punched out... i went by, over and around, entire swaths of road, where drivin on the other side... drivin n the middle... dragging a few bodies and even on my own side... listen, adot... if y'all ain't gonna do it right... let it go back to dirt, after the next fucking rain... as opposed to groups of ten... no lie... standing close enough to take turns, leaning on the shovels... starting at the only good section, between the grand canyon and the Atlantic. i figure some desk jockey, takes a look n says
-asshole
meh... we may as well save the ones we can n let the rest go to shit. i mean it's no wonder we all prefer dirt routes... jezuz MEN... get your heads out of ur asses.
it's actually greater offense that in town... roads r flawless. even the dirt ones, r level. bring back the horse n buggy... buck boards r a blast. used to have cricket pull us to church, when i/we was kids, til my cousins learned what cricket tacoes, really are n that jack n the box may not have made such a bad call, after all. due to what's spent n our town... on our town... the front end business is a good biz to b in. they gonna need to do it ALL OVER AGAIN, BEFORE TRUMPS LATEST TIMER GOES OFF... seriously... what's the fucking point if ur gonna do a job, like that.
perhaps if they hadn't put, "truck scale bypass, this way, by way of crazy fred's"... it wouldn't b so fucking tore up and if u think they patrol it... it wouldn't take em 18min to get to my place, in a pinch n larry the roofer, would b drunk driving dirt, more often.
hey, rock... that other day... i didn't drink one, before work, even though, wantin one. and the day i drank half a beer... i did mention it, to ltr. forget the job.
yeah, man... a twelve pack used to last me a year... and since i been weird, i been drinkin alot. it's subjective, but and it does bother me- and I'm not judgin... y'all know i like my alcohol, love my absinthe and my alcoholics, but for me... i been drinkin alot and i hear ya on the couple a day, but i do have a thing for partying down, historically so for me... i like to keep an eye on my meter. i got enough goin on with some other body parts... i have a running bet, going with my liver, for my absinthe, holidays... my liver sounded like a kreepy door hinge, crickin it's next, to shake on it, n look my lung in the eye... saying something... blablabla 130 proof absinthe and something blablabla, a decade of opioids- n then the sob had the gallstones, to ask whether we got a piece, of this cocaine traffic, yet. yeah, that's all i need... another hoby and another page to my rapsheet, book. even i was surprised when the man's, 12 pg per minute lazer printer, ran out of both- ink n paper... don't u believe, there aren't dark corners, the man and a couple of his buddies, can't assist one, in getting up from a fall. should've never said his daughter n wife looked familiar. they said they were over 18. ain't like imma card his wife.
