Whenever I wax nostalgic for Syracuse, SLAP ME. I came home to horrendous domestic strife and decided to take a late-night stroll, which was pleasant aside from the TEN MILLION MOTHS which attacked me and the guys from "Harold and Kumar go to White Castle" who rode past me in a blue jeep and yelled "Cocksucker! Get some real pants!" How DARE you
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Tree? There aren't really trees in Las Vegas.
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HAPPY PEOPLE DIE TOO KYLE BUT NOBODY CARES ENOUGH ABOUT THEM TO REMEMBER.
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drugs are for winners.
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