orangeinside
For conversing, communication across seas. Okay, not seas but roads and states and massive massive mountains. It's gonna be great. You just wait.
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
<adam>
hey boy buddy boy, i went down town to the grease store (and you ask me what is a grease store, well fuck you) and I asked big John Wilkinson there "Now just where do you get your hair cut" and he tells me "Nobodys been cutting these hairs" and I walked out alone and miserable in the rain of small towns everywhere. I kicked a rock, I kicked a can, I kicked a kid, and I kicked a man but then I went up to this little girl and she looked at me. She had a lollipop. She just stared. Her eyes peered up at me like two round pools, and i lost myself, and I asked her "What do you want from me?" but I really meant what can you teach me. and she slowly walked up and kicked me in the groin and said that's for my little brother, shithead. The end.
The moral is:
Everyone's a shithead motherfucker.
Jesus what the hell did I just write?
I am fucked up :)) hahahahhahahaha </adam> <!--8/14/2002 11:47:00 AM-->
<adam>
pete I think we could talk to each other on this one and nobody would ever notice. We can start planning how to commence our affair.... wink wink, nudge nudge.. :-o </adam> <!--8/14/2002 11:41:00 AM-->
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