""ok for the last time, the next one of you thieving frogmen ask me the time, im going to lick the rest of the blow off this dead hookers ass" and short stories about being a waiter at an italian restaurant"

will be hitting bookshelves sometime in my life.

kropka needs a hysterectomy. she is profusly bleeding eggs from her vagina out of old age ( Read more... )

the pavement beneath my feet ( Read more... )

FINDING OR LOOTING

smell that rascism bitches.

speak in riddles and rhymes, burn whistles and chimes.
that guy is a dozen roses from her undying love.

im in the local drug store, picking up some high octane wiskey and diet pepsi. got my ipod on, browsing the shelves. i get my items, and go to the check out ( Read more... )

sometimes when you get home from a birthday celebration, your email window and livejournal window can get mixed up.

btw, last night i interpretive danced like a prayer during some stranger girls singing of like a prayer. my freinds almost died laughing, and i woke up this morning still laughing my ass off about it.

photos will come soon.

Luke 12:16-21 ( Read more... )

i have nothing to say other than i have little to say.

According to Des Pascha Comutus, written in 243 CE, Jesus Christ's birthday was March 28. It later became the familiar December 25 after Rome changed it in 336.