watching 80's videos on youtube and reading peoples comments is a pretty good way to spend a friday night. seriously. i'm tired, it's been a long day.
"my bro'use to yank it to deborah's playboy pick back in ot'4, ....now most of his bank goes to his racoon fightin'cat Bob for dental repairs."
wat?
anyways, good night.
"my bro'use to yank it to deborah's playboy pick back in ot'4, ....now most of his bank goes to his racoon fightin'cat Bob for dental repairs."
wat?
anyways, good night.
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I think I know you, or I knew you. Do I or did I? Back in the day, maybe five years ago? Weren't you down in SD then? Didn't I meet you at the Dragon Lounge with yours truly sporting an Underworld shirt?
Anyway, these four questions can be conveniently collapsed into one: Do I know you? I hope I do, because you seem coolly familiar. So, that'd just be downright creepy if I have this strong feeling and I end up not knowing you from Adam.
Oh, and "tits or get the fuck out"? My life philosophy.