If you're catchin' lots of fishes and you know that they're delicious
Thank you, Penguin Pat. You're a better man than most.
Well, I need some new friends. Levi and I both agree that all our friends are jerks, and the lack of spontaneousness is really starting to take its toll. No one wants to do stuff...ever...and no one cares about our feelings. WE ARE BROKEN.
My life has degraded to sleeping till almost 5, getting up in time for dinner, then laying around either in front of the television set or my computer. It's pretty fucking lame compared to the glory days of the beginning of summer. No one calls, no one cares. And neither do I. I think I need a good party to cleanse my pallet.
Or maybe I'll throw one, eh?
My stupid car got a stupid screw in the stupid tire. Pretty "screwed up", eh?
--You see, that's clever because there was a screw in my tire.
Alaska is the problem. No one wants to play dodgeball, or anything else, or really have any fun for that matter. All anyone wants to do around here is drink, work, and sleep. Bunch of lame-os. I mean, why in the hell would you want to sit around and be sad when you could be lifting your spirits in a...spirited game of dodgeball? I really just don't get it. Maybe I'm the idiot around here. Either way, it sucks.
I just ate a guacamole, ham, and horseradish-jack cheese pizza.
Something has to change around here.
Everything's stagnating.
It's like a stagnant pool of pterodactyl organs.
Well, I need some new friends. Levi and I both agree that all our friends are jerks, and the lack of spontaneousness is really starting to take its toll. No one wants to do stuff...ever...and no one cares about our feelings. WE ARE BROKEN.
My life has degraded to sleeping till almost 5, getting up in time for dinner, then laying around either in front of the television set or my computer. It's pretty fucking lame compared to the glory days of the beginning of summer. No one calls, no one cares. And neither do I. I think I need a good party to cleanse my pallet.
Or maybe I'll throw one, eh?
My stupid car got a stupid screw in the stupid tire. Pretty "screwed up", eh?
--You see, that's clever because there was a screw in my tire.
Alaska is the problem. No one wants to play dodgeball, or anything else, or really have any fun for that matter. All anyone wants to do around here is drink, work, and sleep. Bunch of lame-os. I mean, why in the hell would you want to sit around and be sad when you could be lifting your spirits in a...spirited game of dodgeball? I really just don't get it. Maybe I'm the idiot around here. Either way, it sucks.
I just ate a guacamole, ham, and horseradish-jack cheese pizza.
Something has to change around here.
Everything's stagnating.
It's like a stagnant pool of pterodactyl organs.