It's probably the worst thing in the world for me, but I'm working my way through a large supply of beer. It's a beautiful day outside, perfect drinking weather. I wouldn't be drinking if I hadn't run out of weed. And I probably wouldn't be updating this thing if I were baked.
Today, my company is the birds and the bees. The birds don't really care about me, even though I feed them and admire them. The bees, they're mostly a pain in the ass. I can't think of anything philosophical to say about this. The birds and the bees aren't my friends. They're a bunch of fuckers, actually. Together, we live in a type of harmony.
Today, my company is the birds and the bees. The birds don't really care about me, even though I feed them and admire them. The bees, they're mostly a pain in the ass. I can't think of anything philosophical to say about this. The birds and the bees aren't my friends. They're a bunch of fuckers, actually. Together, we live in a type of harmony.