November 2011
12 posts
I’VE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT I WISH TO OWN A FOLKIE/INDIE TYPE SATCHEL/SACK PACK/YOU COULD FIT A DEAD BODY IN THERE KIND OF BAG. IT WOULD BE NICE.
WHAT THE HELL ARE THE SHEEPDOGS DOING ON PROJECT RUNWAY?
LIKE GET THE FUCK OUT.
FAKE IS THE NEW TREND AND EVERYONE SEEMS TO BE IN STYLE. -ANON
SCREW THE STUCK UP BITCHES OF THIS WORLD.
THEY’LL NEVER PULL THEIR HEADS OUT OF THEIR ASSES.
THE THREE MUSKETEERS ARE ALL I NEED.
LIFE IS GOOD TODAY.
IT COULD BE BETER.
BUT IT COULD ALWAYS BE WORSE.
YESTERDAY, IN BAND, I LOOKED UP AT THE UBER AWESOME CHALK BOARD AND SAW THAT THE MOST AWESOME, KICK ASS, AND ATTRACTIVE DRUMMER EVER HAD WRITTEN THIS IN GARGANTUAN LETTERS:
‘BIRTHDAYS ARE LIKE BOOGERS. THE MORE OF THEM YOU HAVE, THE HARDER IT IS TO BREATHE’
YESTERDAY WAS A GOOD DAY.
WE WILL REMEMBER
I LOVE EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO FOUGHT FOR OUR COUNTRY AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO DIED FOR OUR COUNTRY.
LIVE ON MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
PEACE AND LOVE, LEST WE FORGET.
