Fast times, but not at ridgemont high.

Yes, thats right, another 60 seconds of weird. Instead of streaming words at you really quickly that make no sense, Im going to impressively end this quickly with just one statement. Sometimes life is a full box of fags, perfectly encased in plastic, so nice that you'd dream about them and drool. Sometimes though, its a tipped up ashtray all over your pants with 20 fag butts in it.


No need to applaud, though I am bowing.

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