Woah, similar twinners over here, bloodgang whatwhat, bahahahahah. (;
I'm off to the race track though, I got free suite tickets from my mom's job, dinner included, so I'm gonna go watch cars I guess.
Later alligater suede shoes, keep it sleazy.
"Why the fuck would I blow up the fuckin' chicken filet, shit's fuckin' delicious."
And the steetlst. Mr. Walk-Down-Me-I'm-The-Walkway; lead me to the building; FUCK YOU.
And the kid in the background going fucking craaazayyyyy.
Because, ya know, I call this one, "Bailey's." And I call this one, "Bailey's Also." I call this one, "As Close As You Can Get To Bailey's Without Gettin' Your Eyes Wet."
Oh jeeze, nostalgia.. Fuck man, I'm getting older... What the fuck am I gonna do?.. ahh, TITS!, that buildings only six stories, not tall enough.
Man, also, I fucking miss that girl.
Sometimes I don't even know what I'm saying, but then I finish what I start, so then I just say, "Fuck it.", and make myself look stupid.
Maybe people are just nice to me because I'm retarded. I might be in a coma right now. I probably broke reality, too.
I know for sure I broke The What... Sorry 'Nika... You're so quiet, and I know I suck, but just, remember me!
That way, maybe you'll break the circle. Or at least not end up dead like Georgia.
I remember, and I hope so. It didn't fucking laugh. Fucking sailor scout my ass, I'm a fast, fast dog.
I'm just brambles now, time to quit the chime in, bell's got the right idea anyway, praying to a horse named God.