Comments | beautifularmy: SUN BURNS AND SLURPEES

beautifularmy

SUN BURNS AND SLURPEES

May 19, 2004 02:40

When all seems faint, when devotion is just a lost feeling stowed in the back of your mind for later use, when living seems almost obsolete,... summer comes along to wash all those unworthy emotions to the side. Sun burns, slurpees and swimming. BBQs, scantly clad bodys, and summer flings. I'm going buy an ice cream truck. One that plays one song ( Read more... )

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getupkid51 May 19 2004, 19:33:22 UTC

Seth I wish you were a girl, I'd play with your hair. And you vagina.

summer kist785 May 19 2004, 21:53:17 UTC

Hey I heard that song today on the radio...I was way excited...not excited for summer though I have summer school :( I want to go camping!

sleep cutecathy May 19 2004, 23:34:43 UTC

You sound like a little boy with big dreams

cryforattention May 20 2004, 01:36:41 UTC

this summer we will be working at samurai sams and i will be like, "Seth! make this fucking hula bowl for this fat bitch who keeps chewing my ear off about her fucking cat named bruno who is named after her son who died when he was an infant because she fucking sat on him after eating a fucking hula bowl" then you will be all, "What the fuck then?! why is this bitch ordering a fucking hula bowl?" And ill be like, "Fuck i dont know." "Bitch heres your fucking hula bowl" And then then we will play darts on her ass with frozen chicken strips as she waddles out the door. and then we will get up on the counter and strip dance to prince causing all of the customers in the store to simultaniously vomit into their food. fuck yeah.

beautifularmy May 20 2004, 09:08:44 UTC

Then the next day when we come to work and our boss is waiting there to fire us, we can capture him by tying him up in clear wrap(C) and then throw that judgmental mother fucker in the back of his car then drive that fucking shit of a fucking cliff to its flaming demise and then proceed to go to his mansion in which his family dwells and there we will rape his daughters and slaughter his best pets. Then burn his pricely possessions to the ground in a blind fury of glory and as we stand on the ashes of his remains, we will strip once more to celebrate the pure, unadulterated dance of victory!