Ride the King's highway...
"Hi I'm Kyle, I'm five. My sister is over there, shes eight." <---This is what I hear from some random five year-old, the pastiest whitest ghost kid I have ever seen. And when I turn he's standing there like 5 feet away from me, staring into my eyes in a way only similar to a killer. He just appeared out of nowhere in the forest, right after we had smoked. I'm extremely confident in saying he was the scariest human ever, if he even was a human. He said all sorts of frightening and peciluar phrases such as "I've lived here for forever." and "At my house we have peppermint trees." oh and who could forget the strangest of them all, "I looked for my mom, but she isn't here anymore, shes gone." I can't handle that type of shit.
I'm tired of mowing the lawn once or twice every week, its so long and drawn out, my older mower forces me to bag the grass about every 3 minutes.
Isn't it cool when your on your homies roof, just hanging out with about 6 people and his mom comes home, forcing everyone to dive and duck on the already broken tiled roof. I thought it was.
"Nachos please...STEAMY!!!"
The Yardbirds kick mad ass, go listen to them right now, HURRY GO!!!
peace
I'm tired of mowing the lawn once or twice every week, its so long and drawn out, my older mower forces me to bag the grass about every 3 minutes.
Isn't it cool when your on your homies roof, just hanging out with about 6 people and his mom comes home, forcing everyone to dive and duck on the already broken tiled roof. I thought it was.
"Nachos please...STEAMY!!!"
The Yardbirds kick mad ass, go listen to them right now, HURRY GO!!!
peace