Wednesday, November 30, 2011

A New Objective.

I got to stop being nice again.
"I tried to fuck a dog in the ass."
She thought, as she rode the horse off into the sunset.
 Blink-182 recently?
UH, A LITTLE BIT.
It's just a baby rabbit.
Final Fantasy.
Picnic at the cemetery?
Thinking about John Lennon style?
Laugh about it?
Boiled water?
I really fucking hate it when people are around my neck.
My latest objective is to be a happy shit.
Happy shit.
My shit was happy.
Handy Stanley. 
AHAHAHAHAHAQHAHASDLKFNHALKSJDHFKLASDJBGF!!1
One. 
Stop thinking about your shit.
Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.
Blink-182.
Two.
Nanny McGegor.
Three.
Every motherfucker.
OPERAMAN.
GOOD-BYEEE.
 
 

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