Culture clash and acoustic pop
"So you wanna come to the Thai restaurant with use tomorrow?"
"What the hell is thai?
"Its like oriental fo..."
"Does it smell?"
"Well.. uhh it has A smell"
"Like burgers?"
"Well no not like burgers"
"Then the smell is no good. I dont want your stupid smell blotting out my memory of burger smell."
"Well you can have burgers afterwards to get the smell back"
"are there noodles?"
"Im sure somewhere in the restaurant there would be noodles"
"Well noodles aren’t french fries and for this I hate you."
"You could have just said no"
"I know."
Toxic acoustic=THE SEX
Makes britneys confusing skanky poison stealing stewardess ways look as sexy as a poorly constructed concrete wall.
I will be in a state of mental orgasm for days.
You know who id like to slap? SARTRE!!
Earth to Sartre NOBODY talks like this: "as I stared at the screen of my computer the whiteness reminded me of the empty white nothingness fo the human soul and how I am and empty shell fighting existence as the nausea closes in and takes over stopping my beliefs and bringing forward the empty bleak bleakness of my empty emptiness."
BROTHER NEEDS THE UNHAPPINESS BITCH SLAPPED OUTA HIM!!
Go smell a flower and cheer the fuck up you Existentialist asshole.
Well thats all for me. Back to the books which totally arent driving me insane.. UH HUH!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Greg.
"What the hell is thai?
"Its like oriental fo..."
"Does it smell?"
"Well.. uhh it has A smell"
"Like burgers?"
"Well no not like burgers"
"Then the smell is no good. I dont want your stupid smell blotting out my memory of burger smell."
"Well you can have burgers afterwards to get the smell back"
"are there noodles?"
"Im sure somewhere in the restaurant there would be noodles"
"Well noodles aren’t french fries and for this I hate you."
"You could have just said no"
"I know."
Toxic acoustic=THE SEX
Makes britneys confusing skanky poison stealing stewardess ways look as sexy as a poorly constructed concrete wall.
I will be in a state of mental orgasm for days.
You know who id like to slap? SARTRE!!
Earth to Sartre NOBODY talks like this: "as I stared at the screen of my computer the whiteness reminded me of the empty white nothingness fo the human soul and how I am and empty shell fighting existence as the nausea closes in and takes over stopping my beliefs and bringing forward the empty bleak bleakness of my empty emptiness."
BROTHER NEEDS THE UNHAPPINESS BITCH SLAPPED OUTA HIM!!
Go smell a flower and cheer the fuck up you Existentialist asshole.
Well thats all for me. Back to the books which totally arent driving me insane.. UH HUH!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Greg.