doodle bop
today i purchased christmas presents for my jew family. they're christmas presents because there are not eight per person, as there would be t'were they hannukah presents. and saying "holiday presents" is simply retarded.
ya know, not to say retarded or anything.
sometimes i wish my dad was a ghost so i could like, give him stuff. i mean he doesn't have a grave, and lord knows i'm not going to put flowers on the top shelf of my mom's closet. that would make me insane, and also be a waste of flowers. one could argue that any flowers given as a gift are a waste, because although it is a nice gesture to us humans, it is no more than a death sentence to the flowers. perhaps this is why it is appropriate to put them on graves. anyway, it would also be sweet if he had a watery grave. i love that phrase.
see i can joke around about this now because of all the time thats passed. time is fucking sweet like that. thanks, time. you've screwed me around before but ya never let me down when it comes to shit like this.
anyway i decided that i should probably drink more. i cant be all shy and dumb and not a party animal anymore. thats right, i think i will be smarter if i drink. i KNOW i will. probably a better artist, too. certainly a better driver.
derrrrrrrrr. bleep.
fun fact: a bunch of kimono dragons have begun to reproduce asexually. sadly, none of the miracle dragon babies will be named jesus, even though they are scheduled to be born right around christmas. what a bunch of bullshit. what other names could possibly be more appropriate? maybe morrissey. he wishes he was a fucking kimono dragon.
ever since i started watching the trailer park boys on www.dailymotion.com (which i highly reccomend you all do, right now,) i have started swearing a lot more. chris too, he says "cocksucker" all the time now. beautiful.
i think tonight is steak night? can't wait to not have that juicy piece of flesh in my mouth. mmmm delicious murder :D
ya know, not to say retarded or anything.
sometimes i wish my dad was a ghost so i could like, give him stuff. i mean he doesn't have a grave, and lord knows i'm not going to put flowers on the top shelf of my mom's closet. that would make me insane, and also be a waste of flowers. one could argue that any flowers given as a gift are a waste, because although it is a nice gesture to us humans, it is no more than a death sentence to the flowers. perhaps this is why it is appropriate to put them on graves. anyway, it would also be sweet if he had a watery grave. i love that phrase.
see i can joke around about this now because of all the time thats passed. time is fucking sweet like that. thanks, time. you've screwed me around before but ya never let me down when it comes to shit like this.
anyway i decided that i should probably drink more. i cant be all shy and dumb and not a party animal anymore. thats right, i think i will be smarter if i drink. i KNOW i will. probably a better artist, too. certainly a better driver.
derrrrrrrrr. bleep.
fun fact: a bunch of kimono dragons have begun to reproduce asexually. sadly, none of the miracle dragon babies will be named jesus, even though they are scheduled to be born right around christmas. what a bunch of bullshit. what other names could possibly be more appropriate? maybe morrissey. he wishes he was a fucking kimono dragon.
ever since i started watching the trailer park boys on www.dailymotion.com (which i highly reccomend you all do, right now,) i have started swearing a lot more. chris too, he says "cocksucker" all the time now. beautiful.
i think tonight is steak night? can't wait to not have that juicy piece of flesh in my mouth. mmmm delicious murder :D