my fingers are swollen, my lip is swollen, and my hands are cut in every crease they've ever folded into. three hours spent in the warehouse with a small radio from the 1960's and a tape gun. placing literature inside the box, taping the box, weighing the box, shipping the box, making packing lists for the box. i tripped over the door while
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and i broke that bunny on purpose. remember; "its symobolic."
as heinz used to say -"what about it??"
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and symbolic , my ass. there was actually a kid in my middle school named justin heinz and i always envisioned him as a ketchup bottle. him and dougie howser were the 2 people who reminded me of food. porkchops & ketchup. mmm.
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hah so even though tempos are where the action is, make sure its a solid car. if its got automatic windows, those babies won't work. if its got automatic seatbealts, they'll strangle you somethin crazy. woot good luck, sugah.
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WHAT ABOUT IT?!?!
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and my car owns. cept for this one time it smelt like dog shit. kayta stepped in it. and we were drivin'.. and then i'm all "wtf smells like dog shit.." cuz i thought leaa farted or something. welp we all look at our feet..and kayta has the shits on her new nikes. oh my.. fuckin smelt like spicey dog shits. sooooo groosss.. i had to febreeze that bitch up. but now its all good.
the end.
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dude she's got the needle-drug hepitisis (C)
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