I hate when my dad listens to my songs and then asks what I mean when I sing "and then we moved to the backseat" or "they were snorting lines off the coffeetable" or "pop it in and eject me" or "if i'm lucky i'll get someone to fuck me". Oh nothing, that's just fiction dad. It's not like I'm a real human being or anything. Are parents really that
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Fuck it. Go smoke pot and eat some pie.
Bitches in English?! Oh that'll make for a sweeeeet year!!! All those bitchy class discussions with bitchy bitches being bitchy and bitching about bitch shit. Who who who???
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