stupid fucking rock stars.

matthew fucking burke
better get his ass up
to motherfucking new york
really fucking soon

otherwise i'm going to
fucking explode.

fuck.

now im a plane: :-D
StEiGeR237: hello!!
now im a plane: !!
StEiGeR237: tomorrow! gastbys!!!!
now im a plane: exactly!!
StEiGeR237: :-D

'nuff said.

I'm sewing duct tape onto my pants. I'm awesome.

StEiGeR237: i met steve-o from jackass and he was rather drunk and kissed meeee

what the fuck? alexandra steiger is amotherfucking PIMP.

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Once upon a time there was a girl, who called me one night to ask me if she could have a ride to school in the morning. I tried to tell her no, because it would be rather inconvienient and that perhaps another time would be better. The girl persisted. Four avoided phone calls and one sneak attack through the internet later, I folded and told her ( Read more... )

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