What the fuck is wrong with me? As if I don't have enough to do with every day that passes? I go and apply for a fucking job at HMV today. Y'know what's wierd about that? I already have a motherfucking job! Goddamit. They said they'd call me tomorrow for an interview, all of a sudden there's a spot for me to work in the ginormous punk section. My skin has magic powers, or maybe it's just the weed. In any case, my quote for the week.
"There are two kinds of balls in this world. There are the big brave balls and then there are the little mincey faggot balls. " - Bullet Tooth Tony
I'm a little verklempt! Talk amongst yourselves..I'll give you a topic: Rhode Island, it's not a road, nor an island...discuss!"
"There are two kinds of balls in this world. There are the big brave balls and then there are the little mincey faggot balls. " - Bullet Tooth Tony
I'm a little verklempt! Talk amongst yourselves..I'll give you a topic: Rhode Island, it's not a road, nor an island...discuss!"
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