JG Wentworth

haha.....I wonder that about you!!  I'm having a little girl in 3 months!!  We're doing great!!  What about you?

apparently, this is where the partys at!

I will meet you at the corner hahahahaha

what did one wall say to the other wall?

guitars on mars is hot red scars on cars speedin they rubbars on concrete tars. Sars is BAaaad, fubars, aint it sad. nasa on the run, houston please come back. the cocaine stack, where tom hanks breathin at? kevin bake in the quake of silent fetal positions based on his intake of lethal conditions make infinite the star trake. but wait, who's actin fake? take ron howard on a five minute break. shake your eyes out, shake em til they dance. that's what i'm talkin bout, put em in yo pants. shake yo eyes out, shake em til they dance. that's what i'm talkin bout, now hold em in yo hands. do hand stands, look up at yaself. do hand stands, and put yo eyes on the shelf...hand your hand crayons, and strum about your health. now where's your guitar? did you leave it on mars, bro?? oh you don't remember...you aint know how superstar's roll.

Dat is the bess nam I have ever heard in ma life beb. It's a like music ta ma ears.

a wolf speeding, ha, what life are you leading?? sharp teeths, really aerodynamic? a snout that eats animals that panic? can you pull the wool? can you eat all the parts whole? while racing yourself? while pacing yourself? are you shedding? a sniff for some petting?? a pack of dogs and cigarettes. in the back is as good as it gets? pull your self together, cotton some sheep. belly full, slow down for some sleep.
world records aside, are you the gassiest only one? the only one that can ride, with high scores and petroleum??

while you were guzzlin on your wine I had no time to rhyme. Your crime versus mine is the difference between sin and cosin. Mathematically blind, the Jason Layher profile title is mine, but I was suckin a lime straight through the rind, vitamin C on my mind. Be kind to the carpet if you find cancer near the heart target. Being nice will help you forget the hard market for being carsick without your wallet, speeding where all the cops sits ready to clock it. Fauck it, you and Matthew Broderick, brick by brick, stacked high, but not as high as my red rocket. and Fauck shit related to my civic, terribly civil, terrific, so forget it.

Osaka sucka

I am offically the rudest bitch ever.

That is officially the wackest name you have ever given yourself.

so in addition to the previous happenings today: my car died on the way to class from work...almost crashed it, shocked my clutch too much it went bizerk. had to push it up a two hill humper then two bag ens straight pushed my ride with they bumper. coasted down the hill, up 9a. had to floor the pedal and was half off the highway. grinded it all the way to gate parkway, told all them bitches to get out my way. had to push it across the street with the help of another, its in a parking lot right now, oh shitty brother. then, because i had lost my phone digits, I couldn't place a call. That aint the worst cuz after it all I had no way to tell the time, hell naw. I had no real time to rest. so i packed my bag with all I needed, headed to class to take my test. I HAD TO WALK/SKIP/STUMBLE/SQUINT/JOG/RUN/SUPERRUN/HITCHHIKE ATTEMPT FROM GP/9A TO PAST OLD BAYMEADOWS ON BAYMEADOWS ROAD!! you could probably see quick everything just got too damn old. I thought that if I got to class late I couldn't take my exam. (5:30pm I was told) I arrived, after everyone drove right by me, at six o'clock. only to find everyone studying and watching me pant as I walk. took it, aced it, got a ride home. looked at my lot and yes, I found my phone. some was in the street, some in the grass, all in the yard. broken to bits, crumpled, ran-over, and I couldn't even find my sim-card. no worries, more to follow.