ooo, i am really awful at telling stories. most of the time, i start to tell something that i find funny, and it goes like this,
"so then i went (heeeheee) and we say the fish looking (haahaa!) and we said "why no sir" and (haw haw hooo!!) and then she got runed over by a truck!! (HAAHAAAHAAA!!!)"
and then whoever is hearing the story looks at me like i am retarded.
just say the word, and we will hang! that is if my schedual permits, have your people call my people!
yeah baby! it's all about greasy foods and
24/7 diners... sometimes when i'm out too late
with friends or something we go to this particularly
cool one, where drag queens and other strange folk
hangs out... have fun in Richmond! kick some ass
for me...
I've broken my left pinky finger twice in my life
And have broken about 4 bones in my body
Only repaired one..twice...my pinky.
Opened it up like a book-flap and its even got metal in it!
Aluminum or titanium or something
True story
its actually doing it doggie style....and punching the back of the head...at that same moment you mentioned..
and..
men wonder...
why girls...
talk shit so much..? sheesh
Once upon a time, there was a girl who had her lower lip stuck to a bottle of spraypaint... i think someone cast her in the next Tony Hawk Pro Skater game or something...
I plan on hopping out west this summer...to Portland to meet up with an old friend. The whole trip is gonna be one big photo-documentary. I hope to get enough material to publish it later on. Cheers!