i regularly have dreams that we are hanging out, mostly with baileys, mostly as guitar heros and mostly in places that aren't snowy deathtraps filled with cinderblock-thigh'd midwest chubs and 40 yr.-old virgins. JESUS CHRIST help me if i see another computer tech in a black duster with a mousy brown ponytail and matrix sunglasses.
i feel like having one of our group photos printed on a t-shirt that says"i'm not one of you".
i've already been invited to 2 LAN gaming parties. I usually respond to the invitations by flashing the international hand sign for vag. typically they scurry away, like steve buscemi to the cross.
"I wouldn't if I were you I know what she can do She's deadly man, she could really rip your world apart Mind over matter Ooh the beauty is there but a beast is in her heart
Oh oh here she comes Watch out boy she'll chew you up Oh oh here she comes She's a maneater"
