When do we get to hang out, you thought-lumped person, you? Perhaps you're a novelty because you're the only one like you that exists. (And I know this to be close to true, because I met your doppelganger on my travels, and even he fell short.)
Point two: Things always decay when you're drinking because it's so difficult to bother to rebuild anything. We live in sandcastles, and high tide's a-coming. Now what?
What's the matter with you?
anonymous
July 26 2007, 10:47:29 UTC
Haha, remember me? Aren't you "lucky" that I rememebered "somedharmabum" from the recesses of my boggy, poo filled mind.
Well, how are you? It looks like "shit" might be the answer. If it's any consolation, I'm a week away from putting my hands up ladies smelly bajingoes and feeling for babies heads. I better remember to wear gloves.
Re: What's the matter with you?somedharmabumJuly 26 2007, 19:48:58 UTC
What's that you say?
I remember a darkened room, a fog outside, and some talk of your captain, your captain, and crapulence and the like. Hey you, how do I get in touch with you? Are you all grown up now, too? Or, perhaps, you've hijacked a grown-ups body, just like me?
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Point two: Things always decay when you're drinking because it's so difficult to bother to rebuild anything. We live in sandcastles, and high tide's a-coming. Now what?
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Well, how are you? It looks like "shit" might be the answer. If it's any consolation, I'm a week away from putting my hands up ladies smelly bajingoes and feeling for babies heads. I better remember to wear gloves.
Over and out.
Mills & Boon. (mili)
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I remember a darkened room, a fog outside, and some talk of your captain, your captain, and crapulence and the like. Hey you, how do I get in touch with you? Are you all grown up now, too? Or, perhaps, you've hijacked a grown-ups body, just like me?
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