Yoko Ono Should Kick Bono in the Nuts, like the rest of us
I'm in love with looking like the wind. From bed to work in less than forty minutes, I'm going for the world record.
Somewhere along the line I stopped sleeping. There have been no naps for me, just yoga with yuppies. I make fun of their culture and defile their existences while staring at the strange blue-eyed russian with a third grader's haircut. Shame.
Somewhere along the line I stopped sleeping. There have been no naps for me, just yoga with yuppies. I make fun of their culture and defile their existences while staring at the strange blue-eyed russian with a third grader's haircut. Shame.