you know, i should really sit down and write a journal entry.
but that is a lot of work, and you either sound emo or retarded.
don't worry, i never read anyone else's journal, so i am insulting you out of ignorance, the best way to do it imho.
perhaps i should write when i am not enhancing my shitty mood with medium quality whisky
toodles kiddos
but that is a lot of work, and you either sound emo or retarded.
don't worry, i never read anyone else's journal, so i am insulting you out of ignorance, the best way to do it imho.
perhaps i should write when i am not enhancing my shitty mood with medium quality whisky
toodles kiddos
1) He doesnt give a rats ass about anything.
The second is:
2) if he says he gives a rats ass, he is lying.
The third:
3) if he says he is being honest, he is definitely lying to you.
Bob lives in a truly philosophic world. What we know to be true is zip, zilch, nada. Truth is such an obscure concept that Bob refuses to embrace it. Instead, Bob challenges you to embrace Bob. Be one with the Bob. Or, preferably, let Bob become one with you, especially if you are female and he can do so with a simple rogering. Ah, Bob, it is good to be I.
Love,
Bob
Bob now resides in North Yorkshire. It is pretty, but there is fuck all for forests and it smells like sheep dip. Bob loves you, his children. Follow he that is the way. Bob is the Aleph and the whatever letter ends the Hebrew alphabet