High-quality booze is for pansies.

Wheee! Wisers.

You Are From the Sun


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Last night Aja and I were sitting outside the Masonic when these two prostitots walked by and gave me the stinky eye.

WTF.

You're like, 12.

Go home and play with your Barbies, prostitots.

(Yeah, I don't like prostitots.)

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i should be used to this type of rejection, i guess.

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i was eating a popsicle this morning, and i don't know what the hell was wrong with the thing, but my lips stuck to it and ripped when i tried to tear them away. now my lips hurt like fucking hell and taste like blood where they ripped.

fuuuuccccck youuuuuuuu, popsicle.

there's a reason why i love mayor mcca.

:)

and that's it.

ahhhhhhhh.

i don't mind sweaty hugs from lovely musicians.

So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin on down oh right on down my throat
We're goin down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes

I'm gonna hit you in the face I'm gonna punch you in the glasses
Oh, no.

I want to makeout to this song.

Get over here. Right now.

Blow me.

( Edit: this image pretty much just made my night suck a lot less. )