jacobrock

For one, I'd have a damn picture of myself if it wasn't for the scabies. Two, I need a job. Three is something special that I can't talk about publicly, only with my tarrot reader. Four... well four is shy and only comes out if you sing beatles songs (preferably ballads) quietly, but not too quietly, and also you gotta melt some butterscotch in your hand and wave it around gently near the mouth of the cave, but not near the mouth of Four. He will definitely bite that shit. Hard. If you see him, which is unlikely. I've been trying for a month and I've gotten nowhere, maybe you'll have better luck. Or better butterscotch. Five is Four's evil fraternal twin. He's a bit taller. Don't believe ANYTHING he says. I don't know those people he's talking about. Six is cool, she's got alot of good records. Only thing is she sleeps in real late, but I personally have no problem with that. Seven is the one I'm trying to avoid. Its like I never pick up the phone anymore. Don't ask why, it is personal, but mostly its just not very interesting. It does make me feel like a big pussy though. I should work on that.

Eight is a date that would make a great mate. Obviously dull.

Nine is kindof inclined towards swine which defines her as "fine" in this black book of mine. I'd be dialing her line if I had but a dime. I'd invite her to dine on Coronas with lime.

Ten is a friend to the end and back. You can tell cuz he brought snacks.