Mistake... Not a mistake... Mistake... Not a mistake?
I get so tongue tied.
I get so tongue tied.
Get into your brain and tell. wether. or. not. you're. a. good. person.
See I was born with a demons mind.
The winner comes in Second Place. (r)
Rats rats rats.
LIE ABOUT.
SCREAM AND shhhout!
I have classes, yes I do.
But I'm not gonna fucking tell you.
Today was okkk (with all the extra k's)
Slept late.
Showered.
LAZY.
Picked up the Libby and met Noelle.
Uptown somewhere in there.
Talked with Evan, Stan, Hannnnnhotshitnaaahhh, and Ms. precious Jade.
Bailey, Jaime, Lynn.
Jack, Helon, Randall.
Here.
Show tomorrow...
I don't give a shit who you are.
You better be there.
SHOWBREAD, SHOWDOWN, MAYLENE AND THE SONS OF DISASTER, AND WHORESTOOSKINNY.
Rockwell sons of bitches
7 O clock.
PRICE OF $10.
So. I have to be there at 430 or 5 to set up the AVIOR booth.
AH, maybe... Just maybe we'll sell something.
WHO WANTS TO GO EAT LUNCH WITH ME TOMORROW?
C'mon kids, everyone's doing it.
FATTY!!!
FLUFFERPOTAMUS. With titties!
WINTER TURNS INTO SPRRRINNGG.
HAHA.
You should all own a Erase Errata, The Planet The, Tracy + the Plastics, and a Bike Gang Knife Fight cd.
Or you suck.
OR MAYBE THERE JUST NOT YOUR MUSIC.
If not, that's cool.
But at least give a listen.
CHIP OFF THE OLD DAMN BLOCK.
daddy-
son-
the resemblence is crazy.
Someone caught them... UH OH.
I'll leave you on this note friends...
he's always been my hero
I get so tongue tied.
Get into your brain and tell. wether. or. not. you're. a. good. person.
See I was born with a demons mind.
The winner comes in Second Place. (r)
- I'm sorry if I don't fit your little profile.
- I apologize profusely.
- I say I'm sorry.
- I never mean it.
- God, you're so ridiculous.
- WHY AREN'T YOU SCENE CLARK?! GOSH.
- Oh, suck it...
- seriously
Rats rats rats.
LIE ABOUT.
SCREAM AND shhhout!
I have classes, yes I do.
But I'm not gonna fucking tell you.
Today was okkk (with all the extra k's)
Slept late.
Showered.
LAZY.
Picked up the Libby and met Noelle.
Uptown somewhere in there.
Talked with Evan, Stan, Hannnnnhotshitnaaahhh, and Ms. precious Jade.
Bailey, Jaime, Lynn.
Jack, Helon, Randall.
Here.
Show tomorrow...
I don't give a shit who you are.
You better be there.
SHOWBREAD, SHOWDOWN, MAYLENE AND THE SONS OF DISASTER, AND WHORESTOOSKINNY.
Rockwell sons of bitches
7 O clock.
PRICE OF $10.
So. I have to be there at 430 or 5 to set up the AVIOR booth.
AH, maybe... Just maybe we'll sell something.
WHO WANTS TO GO EAT LUNCH WITH ME TOMORROW?
C'mon kids, everyone's doing it.
FATTY!!!
FLUFFERPOTAMUS. With titties!
WINTER TURNS INTO SPRRRINNGG.
HAHA.
You should all own a Erase Errata, The Planet The, Tracy + the Plastics, and a Bike Gang Knife Fight cd.
Or you suck.
OR MAYBE THERE JUST NOT YOUR MUSIC.
If not, that's cool.
But at least give a listen.
CHIP OFF THE OLD DAMN BLOCK.
daddy-
son-
the resemblence is crazy.
Someone caught them... UH OH.
I'll leave you on this note friends...
he's always been my hero