tailofdogma

You should know the answer to that. Say it with me now: "God hates a working man." Yup.

Michael Jackson tried to kidnap me, but then I showed him my ID. Turns out I'm too old for him. Michael Jackson.

Shit...but our summer! It was going to be the Summer of Love, or Sin, or something cool. Fuck.
Besides, you know all I'm doing this summer is laying on my couch an occassionally fucking Molly.

And what's this 'might' shit? Of course I'll pay you back, if I ever start making money again. Paid Erin back, didn't I? Sure, our friendship had ended, but I swear that's a coincidence. In fact, why the fuck did I give money to someone I'll never talk to again? What the fuck was I thinking?

Let the new shit begin.
Look for an e-mail soon. And I should call you. I've been in the desert, my friend. Satan tempted me. And you know why I told Satan? "You had me at 'hello.'"

EMU umm....cant remember the model but its EMU