While the storm whips around in a frenzy right outside my window, I sit inside and listen to Boingo and my Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack, while reading the Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy.
Its just one of those days.
Its just one of those days.
a decent taste in reading materail doesn't mean shit when it gets hard, son. yr too young, and there's no time to waste on fresh kids who break easy. just do us a favor and
GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH!!!
you live in florida, and you are inside chocking the chickent to boingo.
nice life.
get in shape, until then...
GET THE FUCK OFF MY PORCH!!!