tell me about it man, we'll be in rocking chairs, or jail, or living the high life. Where ever we are, we'll be telling our kids how freaking whacked out we were in high school. The year just took a dive off a cliff, but we're gunna have to climb back up. We will own film festival this year, and if we don't, then we can sick to an alltime low and become scruffy old drunks who attempt to drown their sorrows in whiskey and vodka. Jesus Christ we need to do something unbelieveably awesome and regain our sanity. A weekend in New Hampshire or something.
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i own both of you.
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