I cannot hide..
Some pictures from Vegas. Mom didn't end up winning the big money.
It was fan-fucking-tastic.
Going broke.
Choices.
I almost fell off there.
Couldn't jump, all fenced up. You didn't sound so happy to hear from me. If only I had known then.
I'm all alone. That creepy old fuck in the wheel chair doesn't count.
Well that was some random old guy at the airport. He seemed like such a gentleman, very soft spoken and polite. He went walking around the whole airport to go find his son some water. He returns, with two, both for his son, so thoughtful. Tired from the search, he decides to lie down. Imagine my shock when Mr. Rogers spat the words right out: "Oh fuck yeah, this feels so good.."
That's what you get for playing with my phone woman.
Vodka!.. And Pizza boy, and Slimfuck.
You're so fucking crazy!
The best smile. Surprise. =)
Ah mi paisano. Te extrañe mucho mi amigo.
Word.
Do I have to explain?
How did you beat me? You're like 7 fucking years old.
Yawn. Recording.
Music Box Murder.
Yes, worship me.
There they go again. Silly cracker ass crackers!
So innocent. Bullshit. You bit his hand and made him bleed. Trust no one.
..when I see you.