lateedge

Don't be a pussy. Get the tattoos where you want to get them. They'll look amazing, and then the girls will line up around the block to swoon. And after the swoon, they'll go on to the next kiosk and get a punch from me. (Straight to the baby maker, no less.) Well, maybe not really.

I love that you can be a little bitch. And no, those pants make your ass look terrific. You rock the glutes, baby. I ga-ron-tee. (Accent and everything pour vous, baby.)

Have fun in Virginia Beach, or Vee-atch, as I have dubbed it.

Oh, dang. I forgot to thank you for the compliments. You made me blush. However, I say the same things about you all the time, so I guess it's only fair that I get the flushed cheeks once in a while.

Yeah, the Chuang-Tzu is good, but if I was a bit taller I would have been able to capture an alright picture of the shelf above it which reads like a summation of Claire, AKA Dave's Little Helper: 4 Books on The Simpsons, 5 books on Taoism, 2 Books of Yeats and countless books on music.

And I fuckin' hate Jared. "He has sex appeal of biscuit with two shits inside."

Oh, and congrats on the friend.

Haha. That sounds somehow mean.