I feel like a big ol punching bag.
The moral of the story is, is we’re here on Earth to fart around. And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And, what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And, we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.
ladyfriends are the most important don’t let anybody tell you otherwise
Two dudes drinking beer wouldn’t stop knocking on my door and leave until I finally opened the door, waking me from a sick nap. They also called my apt buzzer number three times. They were looking for their friend who supposedly lives here….all the angers.