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Sure. Actuarial science.
Now you're just making things up to look smart. Common.
Sure. Actuarial science.
Shit. I can't wait to be an old fucker, getting shitfaced as I sit on the porch on my rocking chair, telling stories to neighborhood about the "good ole days" on Gamelive.com, yelling at kids to get off my fucking lawn, and just relaxing without a care in the world...
Those will be the days.
Lawn.
Yawn.
Pawn.
Coincidence?
You tell me, genius.
MF I went full circle on that shit.
Fuck death. Fuck death in its handsome little asshole.
How about this? Enjoy what you have right now instead of wishing for things you don't.
One life, boys. Make use of it.
How about this? Enjoy what you have right now instead of wishing for things you don't.
One life, boys. Make use of it.
Juror I have to admit, out of all the millions of horrible, painful, sad way to leave this earth...you strangling me to death while looking me directly in the eye is in my top 5 options.
Can we doo diss or wut?
I was a little worried when we were on the rooftop. I'm not gonna lie and say the thought of roguey suddenly pushing me off, didn't go through my head.
Sometimes I think about painting but I don't want to paint. I just want to write about things I want to paint.
One thing I want to paint is a family scene around a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. There is dad, mom, big sister and little brother. The painting is set in the 1950's and everyone looks happy and wholesome amidst the tinsel and candy canes.
In the scene dad has just opened a wrapped box and is peering down inside. Mom and big sister can't yet see the gift but they are bursting with excitement and anticipation. Dad however is looking into the box and appears very puzzled. Little brother is laughing his fool head off.
The name of the painting is LEATHER UNDERWEAR FROM JUNIOR.