2002-07-29 - last night, a crazy drunken black dood on the pkwy told me "don't piss on my feet and tell me it's raining when the sun's shining" and i thought it was terribly funny
yesterday, as i laid in a hammock drinking a budweiser in the back yard at my girlfriend's gay boss's daughter's 3rd birthday party i thought to myself: if eskimos have little fires in their igloos to keep warm, how come these raging fires don't melt the top of their igloos? then i thought: i'm missing simpsons for this. then i thought: i need another beer.
rock the parcel.
uh huh.
word.
what the fuck was that? - what the fuck is that?
baby, don't fuck with icicles... - Sept. 21, 2005
cookies and soy milk just don't cut it - Mar. 30, 2005
i don't need to pay for dumbass "pre-stressed" jeans - i have a cat - Mar. 07, 2005
"sausage mcmuffin" is a very good name for a band - Dec. 06, 2004
get fucked. - Nov. 23, 2004
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