I haven't updated this thing in ages.
I don't wear pants. Pants wear me
And they wear me hip, in their own twisted sense of fashion. They wear me saggy with a little flesh and a little ass. Unfortunatly though, it happens to be big fat man ass. But pants don't care. They're anti-fashion. Punks. Yes, my pants are punks. They're ripped up, ruffly bastards who lie around on the floor all day, never wash and soak up alcohol and cigarette smoke. My pants give everyone a bare ass, no matter who they are. My pants fall for sexy females, leaving me to explain that 'it was just a bad belt, I didn't mean nothing, no, don't file a sexual harassment suit, please....aww bugger'. But my pants know they'll always be my friend. Hey, I'd get arrested without them. Remember that, pants. Remember that well.
Ah that's stupid. Now I know why I stopped updating this thing.
Besides that, however, I'm going to melbourne on friday.
MELBOURNE!!!!!
MELBOURNE!!!
And they wear me hip, in their own twisted sense of fashion. They wear me saggy with a little flesh and a little ass. Unfortunatly though, it happens to be big fat man ass. But pants don't care. They're anti-fashion. Punks. Yes, my pants are punks. They're ripped up, ruffly bastards who lie around on the floor all day, never wash and soak up alcohol and cigarette smoke. My pants give everyone a bare ass, no matter who they are. My pants fall for sexy females, leaving me to explain that 'it was just a bad belt, I didn't mean nothing, no, don't file a sexual harassment suit, please....aww bugger'. But my pants know they'll always be my friend. Hey, I'd get arrested without them. Remember that, pants. Remember that well.
Ah that's stupid. Now I know why I stopped updating this thing.
Besides that, however, I'm going to melbourne on friday.
MELBOURNE!!!!!
MELBOURNE!!!