FUNFACT: I like you.
Wanna see how fucking sharp I am when I blow a whopping fifteen dollars on getting ready for a wedding?
And once more, because I can't fucking get over how fucking rad I fucking look with this fucking hair...
That hairstyle has scored me so much free shit and services and attention. If I win an Oscar or a Grammy, it's 'cause of the hair. I tell you. I loves it!
The Care Bears Movie: Big Wish Movie is a fucking joke. How the fuck am I NOT supposed to notice that Too-Loud Bear's exhaust pipes were on the left to begin with, making noise, then on the right, billowing smoke, then on the left again once the frames switch. Fuck you, Larry Jacobs, and Ron Pitts. Fuck off and stop making film if you're gonna produce fucking trash like this sorry excuse for a piece of fuck. And Jeff Schechter, I've seen better writing come out of my ass. Seriously. If you're conclusion includes the crossing over from bad-habits to good, why the fuck would you name a bear after a negative trait that makes them nothing but negative, even AFTER the fact that they've changed their ways?! Seriously. Fucking die of AIDS you fucking prick. Learn how to fucking write a fucking movie. Until then, I hope your children get molested by their kiddie-diddler-uncle, ice-cream-truck-driver, and priest while watching this movie. Because that's how you've made me feel. Fuck.
I really love Jaxxx when she wears a dress. Especially 1930's pin-up stylie ones. I need to get laid. Pronto like tonto.
I got cousins in from Toronto, and I need everyone to pay attention to this post, because I wanna take them out to some shows while they're out here that aren't underground punk gigs.
Weather's beautiful. The ska is on. I'm burnin' incense. The sun's shining through my window. I am gonna fire up the BBQ. Get some punk chicks over. Get some metalhead-chicks over. And take it fuckin' easy. Maybe my mohawk will get me free beer from the liquor store from that cute drummer chick again.
I fuckin' love you all.
Seriously.
If you want anything. Anything at all (preferably sex), let me know. 
Take care homeslices.
778 - 836 - 3783, my name's Christoph.
Wanna see how fucking sharp I am when I blow a whopping fifteen dollars on getting ready for a wedding?
And once more, because I can't fucking get over how fucking rad I fucking look with this fucking hair...
That hairstyle has scored me so much free shit and services and attention. If I win an Oscar or a Grammy, it's 'cause of the hair. I tell you. I loves it!
The Care Bears Movie: Big Wish Movie is a fucking joke. How the fuck am I NOT supposed to notice that Too-Loud Bear's exhaust pipes were on the left to begin with, making noise, then on the right, billowing smoke, then on the left again once the frames switch. Fuck you, Larry Jacobs, and Ron Pitts. Fuck off and stop making film if you're gonna produce fucking trash like this sorry excuse for a piece of fuck. And Jeff Schechter, I've seen better writing come out of my ass. Seriously. If you're conclusion includes the crossing over from bad-habits to good, why the fuck would you name a bear after a negative trait that makes them nothing but negative, even AFTER the fact that they've changed their ways?! Seriously. Fucking die of AIDS you fucking prick. Learn how to fucking write a fucking movie. Until then, I hope your children get molested by their kiddie-diddler-uncle, ice-cream-truck-driver, and priest while watching this movie. Because that's how you've made me feel. Fuck.
I really love Jaxxx when she wears a dress. Especially 1930's pin-up stylie ones. I need to get laid. Pronto like tonto.
I got cousins in from Toronto, and I need everyone to pay attention to this post, because I wanna take them out to some shows while they're out here that aren't underground punk gigs.
Weather's beautiful. The ska is on. I'm burnin' incense. The sun's shining through my window. I am gonna fire up the BBQ. Get some punk chicks over. Get some metalhead-chicks over. And take it fuckin' easy. Maybe my mohawk will get me free beer from the liquor store from that cute drummer chick again.
I fuckin' love you all.
Seriously.
If you want anything. Anything at all (preferably sex), let me know.
Take care homeslices.
778 - 836 - 3783, my name's Christoph.
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Wooo I'm gonna skank and get drunk and get totally rad in Vegas day after tomorrow YAAAAAAAAAY!!!!
a mohawk has never gotten me anything but glue all over my sweaters, lucky boy.