fool's golden eye
did you know garfield was the 22nd president, and he was a fat fuck who got shot in the chest and they couldn't remove the bullet because he's, again, a fat fuck?
i was at gusoline's tonite and on the juke, first of all, they played 2 wilco songs which were sweet to hear. second, when red house came on, i was so into the goove just closing my eyes (at the bar) and imagining jimi do his thing. but unfortunately, as the sweet art swirled around my head, so did the chatter chat noise coming from two squeaky girls who layered over red house a disatisfying urge to shut my mind of noise.
i enjoy watching people's social awkwardness around other people or subject matters. luckily that enjoyment isn't translated into the realm of physical torture.
lucky for your mom. i'd make her beg for the whole chode/choad.
i'm such a bad speller when i can't even spell chode/choad with confidence.
it's so crazy fucking hot today/
if bunny rabbits grew in trees, i would climb trees more often, to be oh so much closer to the cute fuzzy bunny rabbits.
curiosity didn't kill the cat, it was a murder suicide.
that last joke, well you pick if the cat was murdered or was the murderer and suicider.
posted by fillshe @ 1:51 AM
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