is a bell really necessary to a bicycle?
this one goes out to all you rock n roll philistines.
the flow chart of usurping succubi remains unchanged for the third year in a row...the bright young man will be sucked in by a siren song of danger and big boobs, at this point, he is lost. any attempts by friends to save him from such an unfortunate fate will not be heard. his friends do not have vaginas, they dont suck his weiner, their words dont matter. can you blame him?
in the world people can be separated by one quality, combed hair, or not combed hair? as a man making the switched to the combed side i've realized the true gravity of such a decision, after becoming a pariah in the eyes of some non combers. to these people i say, do as i do: walk around in a smoking jacket, drink ONLY out of a big cognac sniffer, and demand to be called SENATOR ______!
thats really what i do of course. women will love you, minorities will fear you, former compatriates will refer to you as a sell out, based on pure jealousy of your arrow-straight part in your hair. dont allow yourself to be weakened by such undesirables, they're obviously far left rabble rousers, hoping to proliferate national healthcare and messy hair.
in other news, rick ross is the shit. mahavishnu orchestra is the shit. gino the ginny is the shit. my cousins knock knock joke about the bicycle is the shit.
the flow chart of usurping succubi remains unchanged for the third year in a row...the bright young man will be sucked in by a siren song of danger and big boobs, at this point, he is lost. any attempts by friends to save him from such an unfortunate fate will not be heard. his friends do not have vaginas, they dont suck his weiner, their words dont matter. can you blame him?
in the world people can be separated by one quality, combed hair, or not combed hair? as a man making the switched to the combed side i've realized the true gravity of such a decision, after becoming a pariah in the eyes of some non combers. to these people i say, do as i do: walk around in a smoking jacket, drink ONLY out of a big cognac sniffer, and demand to be called SENATOR ______!
thats really what i do of course. women will love you, minorities will fear you, former compatriates will refer to you as a sell out, based on pure jealousy of your arrow-straight part in your hair. dont allow yourself to be weakened by such undesirables, they're obviously far left rabble rousers, hoping to proliferate national healthcare and messy hair.
in other news, rick ross is the shit. mahavishnu orchestra is the shit. gino the ginny is the shit. my cousins knock knock joke about the bicycle is the shit.