Gil Mantera at Howard's in Bowling Green tomorrow nite... should be right fucking awesome. beforehand I'm eating a big fucking hotdog at Easystreet, drinking cheap beer, and projectile vomiting on some poor person at the bar.
It's always a let-down to have psychic visions of the future, only to find out that your personal future is nothing but continuous down-notes, self-depreciation, and failed suicide attempts.
I need profanity somedays, it helps me like a fucking order of gizzards from Kentucky Friend Chicken... chickens are my friends, my friends that I eat.
it's funny how without meeting some people you hate, you'd never have a mental reference for the words shithead, dickhead, fuckhead, twat, cunt, motherfucker, fucktard, fuckwit, bastard... and for this service, i thank you
It's always a let-down to have psychic visions of the future, only to find out that your personal future is nothing but continuous down-notes, self-depreciation, and failed suicide attempts.
I need profanity somedays, it helps me like a fucking order of gizzards from Kentucky Friend Chicken... chickens are my friends, my friends that I eat.
it's funny how without meeting some people you hate, you'd never have a mental reference for the words shithead, dickhead, fuckhead, twat, cunt, motherfucker, fucktard, fuckwit, bastard... and for this service, i thank you
loe:
you forgot asswipe. 
syh:
"Toad guts". I like that term.