Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Pair and paranoid. Think about it. Brave and bold. Jurk and storr.

It’s like it was all meant to be. But not.

And it’s like, if you encountered a jinx bathroom situation and rather than rectifying it, or at least attempting to do said action, you just like ran with the flow except a better metaphor or simile if you so choose, and you weren’t allowed to edit out retarded shit for any reason except, no, there was no exception, not on that brave and bold day when rick and joe went out into the wilderness, and there were like 50 astromedallion version collective hotness of like these beach women from the planet barbizon. Wink wink nudge nudge, you know, say no more say no more.

Yup, as you can prolly imagine, it was reckless in texas that night fulla fright. The height of inane shite. A blight on humanity and all it requited. Ok not that last bit. But all that other shit, it was like, har, did you get it, like strait, no, I won’t say it, that’s stupid. No you’re stupid. No you are.

Ok, no seriously, you are. Ok no you’re not, I didn’t mean it.