when i read this, i realize that i'm a shadow of my former self. enjoy!
of baseball, talking furniture, and the wrong fuckin' crowd
So, last night I was getting stoned off my fuckin’ ass, the usual, you know how it is. I was in my usual place, up in my room, immersed in deep conversation with the bureau, dude likes to be called Beau or some shit like that, I don’t know, anyways, back to the point….weed, deep shit…so yeah, things started getting weird after that. The fuckin’ 1986 red sox banner starts talking shit to the 2004 red sox banner. I’m like, “dude, what the fuck guys?” and they just ignored me. They had the nerve to just fuckin’ ignore me. Them, my own banners and shit. I was speechless as muthafuckin’ fuck. Beau, the good guy he is, tried talkin’ some sense into them, but after roger clemens leaned in and bitch slapped curt schilling, I knew shit was gonna go down. Beau tried to step in between, and got his middle 2 draws bashed in with bats. I couldn’t even fuckin’ believe it. I raised those banners from the time they was bought, and they fuckin’ turned on me. Beau was still trying to stop fuckin’ shit from getting too crazy. Beau’s a fuckin’ good fuckin’ guy. So anyways, I tore those fuckin’ posters down and set their muthafuckin’ belligerent asses on fire. Beau and I cooked ourselves some fuckin’ hotdogs and had ourselves a deep conversation on the wrong fuckin’ crowd. Beau…he’s just a good fuckin’ guy.
So, last night I was getting stoned off my fuckin’ ass, the usual, you know how it is. I was in my usual place, up in my room, immersed in deep conversation with the bureau, dude likes to be called Beau or some shit like that, I don’t know, anyways, back to the point….weed, deep shit…so yeah, things started getting weird after that. The fuckin’ 1986 red sox banner starts talking shit to the 2004 red sox banner. I’m like, “dude, what the fuck guys?” and they just ignored me. They had the nerve to just fuckin’ ignore me. Them, my own banners and shit. I was speechless as muthafuckin’ fuck. Beau, the good guy he is, tried talkin’ some sense into them, but after roger clemens leaned in and bitch slapped curt schilling, I knew shit was gonna go down. Beau tried to step in between, and got his middle 2 draws bashed in with bats. I couldn’t even fuckin’ believe it. I raised those banners from the time they was bought, and they fuckin’ turned on me. Beau was still trying to stop fuckin’ shit from getting too crazy. Beau’s a fuckin’ good fuckin’ guy. So anyways, I tore those fuckin’ posters down and set their muthafuckin’ belligerent asses on fire. Beau and I cooked ourselves some fuckin’ hotdogs and had ourselves a deep conversation on the wrong fuckin’ crowd. Beau…he’s just a good fuckin’ guy.