So the manager told me I am not allowed to call his back fat sexy anymore.
beeracopia
It was pretty much the most awesome night of my life.
kicked in the face by life.
He was drinking a Bud Light from a straw.
im from the ghetto homie…
You can’t get divorced and move to a Vegas hotel room with your kids and start snorting lots of coke.
I only need a blog because no one else is awake at this time.
That is the problem with myspace, people don’t take it fucking seriously.
i made $30 in quarters tonight
Then me and the cocktail waitress smoke cigarettes behind the bar even though we aren’t allowed to do that and we look at each other and say I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS ART.
job hunting
You just give your number to strange girls in the bar who fucking call your back fat sexy and throw plastic cups at you maybe thats why they text message you stupid shit all fucking day long.