If the car's a rockin' your alignment's probably screwed
Perhaps it's time that I start writing here again. I've been somewhat neglectful these past few weeks (months?), and I'm sure my one time followers are now casually disinterested. I'll blame it on, say, fluctuations in my dietary habits. Speaking of, during these unreported months I've somehow come to enjoy soy. I always thought of myself as some champion for meat and potatoes- hell, I'm the guy who, at every meal, has a tray full of comfort foods that match his brown cords in color. And now, almost unbelievably, I find myself enjoying such supermarket splendor as "Soy Thins," and yes, even "Boca Burgers." And then perhaps the greatest misnomer of all "Soy Milk." Milk!
Call me a square, or a pop-culture virgin, but today, yes, today, for the first time, I learned the electric slide. Now the power has been connected, the lights are on, and this little house is shakin' like that Chevy parked up by the overlook at midnight. I'm a dancing fiend.
My friend Steve and I have a goal to piss on the roof of every campus building. So for we've marked two.
Call me a square, or a pop-culture virgin, but today, yes, today, for the first time, I learned the electric slide. Now the power has been connected, the lights are on, and this little house is shakin' like that Chevy parked up by the overlook at midnight. I'm a dancing fiend.
My friend Steve and I have a goal to piss on the roof of every campus building. So for we've marked two.