what am i going to do with all these fuckin pretzels—hold on, let me blog it

genius.  i mean you're just at work right now.  If  there was a prize, you wouldn't even know—oh, what am saying? forgive me, you wouldn't be aware of it. 
You're a rock star in the 80s.  Talk dirty to me, I mean, talk dirty to everyone, all of the time

I just flicked my cigarette away.  That totally got across the sidewall.  You can fuck off all you want, but you should have seen it, I got some points for that one, I'm sure of it.

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