Fuck off and die, you filthy animals. I'm being crop dusted about ever 2 seconds. Of course the flight is delayed, so I'm just siting here in frequently passing fart clouds.
Just drop dead!
Fuck off and die, you filthy animals. I'm being crop dusted about ever 2 seconds. Of course the flight is delayed, so I'm just siting here in frequently passing fart clouds.
Just drop dead!
There are two kinds of people in this world, the crop dusters and the crop dustees.
I'd suggest you stop being a victim an buy a burrito
I've concluded that DJSapp was never DJSapp, and Not DJSapp is also not DJSapp, so that means he's telling the truth now and he was lying before.
With all the coffee I've had (I've been up since 7am yesterday), I don't need any help.
I think it's just soaked into certain spots in the carpeting here and when someone steps on the magic spot, bam.
Just pounded an $8 beer. Help ease my stomach after all coffee and turbulence.
No carpeting in the bar. No fart smells. It's not rigorous enough to be scientific, but fuck this place.
Anyway, any East Bay maggots looking for a good time this week?
You should check Grindr. Maybe some of the East Bay maggots use their same screen names.Anyway, any East Bay maggots looking for a good time this week?
Idk, trying to be self employed and sell your services for money and start a business from nothing makes you really gain some respect for the world's oldest profession. Basically feels the same sometimes.
By good time, I mean get drunk, get high, maybe piss off some of the wrong people.
I'll be in suburbia with the aged rents. Any diversions appreciated.
Also, I miss my dog.
Too much In N Out.
dude, you just left and already bitching and trying to fit into gay culture? nothing much changes.
Terje was right.
"We're all kooks to somebody else." -Shelby Menzel
"fuck off you asshat gaper shit for brains fucktard wanker." - Jesus Christ
"She was tossing her bean salad with the vigor of a Drunken Pop princess so I walked out of the corner and said.... "need a hand?"" - Odin
"everybody's got their hooks into you, fuck em....forge on motherfuckers, drag all those bitches across the goal line with you." - (not so) ill-advised strategy
I'll be sure to tap my left foot.
Man sleep deprivation followed by an empty stomach beer pound makes for some fun phone use.
Oh, here was the plane to Oakland. Whoever was in charge of the paint was fortunately not in charge of the other systems of the plane because the flight was fine. Little bumpy.
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