curbdrop out of grace

...sometimes. there's no exception to the rule

couple of thoughts.

i'm buzzed right now and very very happy.

billy, still smelling strong if you catch my drift wink wink.

tonite at the pool hall, for a moment, there were two unbelievable female redheads standing next to each other. they were both smoking. and even though they were both a bit older, they were both hot as hell. there's nothing hotter than a good looking redhead.

how often does one even see two of these phenoms together? they weren't twins or anything. they didn't know each other. oh to be young and wet dream.

couple of more thoughts:

who the hell eats coleslaw. they had that as part of the meal at the billards hall. what the hell. i mean i ate some because it's free and i needs my greens (you know what i'm really talking about baby). but seriously, who the fuck do you know that loves coleslaw. i mean it's typically a damn side in a meal. and most people try and trade that crap in for another side like corn, extra mashed potatos, or a square of butter.

who eats fucking coleslaw?

i think people who eat it and semi like it have some wierd thing where they like the wierd, funky taste of slaw. i mean, it literally has a wierd rotting taste to it. god damn. it's like a pussy during tsunami season.

this is my impression of an indo-chinaman caught in the tsunami:

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that's it. you know what that represents? someone dead.

and my final, fucked up crazy thought is this (should be theme of a t-shirt or a song):

if i had a bullet for every girl that ever let me down, i'd have enough bullets to kill those bitches.

goodnite fuckers. be nice be cool everybody plays the fool.

posted by fillshe @ 11:23 PM