All I Need Is An 88..
I saw a Hummer commercial that showed people being belittled in public. Not even what most people would call belittled. This is the kind of belittled a gun-toting, penis-driven, SUV-driving, tobacco-chewing, cow-fucking redneck (or pinecrest whore) would feel. Like buying tofu at a grocery store, or a subtle cheap shot made at them by a soccer mom. Stupid thing is, in order to compensate for their sudden black-hole disappearance of their self-esteem, they would go out and buy Hummers. These insecure, pollution dwelling jackasses would have giant smiles on their faces because of their brand new mother nature rapist of a vehicle. How clever.
And as if it couldn't get any worse, the commercial ends zooming out from the specific location of this travesty, and showing the globe spinning in orbit. The Earth. Just one speck of God's manifestation into material nature. Spinning. As if Hummers make the fucking world go round. Such fucks. Such wasted intelligence.
Funk music isn't about the sad. It's about getting all the good vibes out there for the world to taste. It's just in my world, funk isn't my screamo (but funk is cool too lol).
I've been having the strangest dreams ever recently. I don't even know if the word 'strange' is what I should use, but it appears it is what I have used.
I think people with red hair and 4 inch dicks are made from God sorely for comedic relief. Thank you God.
If I'm to be jumping off of a bridge, I'd hope you are either at the bottom catching me, or next to me in the act. Otherwise, I don't need you anywhere near me if all you want to do is be such a put down.
And as if it couldn't get any worse, the commercial ends zooming out from the specific location of this travesty, and showing the globe spinning in orbit. The Earth. Just one speck of God's manifestation into material nature. Spinning. As if Hummers make the fucking world go round. Such fucks. Such wasted intelligence.
Funk music isn't about the sad. It's about getting all the good vibes out there for the world to taste. It's just in my world, funk isn't my screamo (but funk is cool too lol).
I've been having the strangest dreams ever recently. I don't even know if the word 'strange' is what I should use, but it appears it is what I have used.
I think people with red hair and 4 inch dicks are made from God sorely for comedic relief. Thank you God.
If I'm to be jumping off of a bridge, I'd hope you are either at the bottom catching me, or next to me in the act. Otherwise, I don't need you anywhere near me if all you want to do is be such a put down.