You get one coupon for free love or one (1) back rub. I would make an adorable paper cutout in the shape of a heart that says "I love you" with a backwards "E" in crayon, but I'm too stoned up on all theset bluntz I'm smoking.
I'm sorry Preston, but I've already divided my love amongst evan and kate. I only have a certain amount of love I can dispense each month, so you'll have to wait. The first day of each month, I put about a dozen names in a tophat, and draw five. Whoever I draw receives 1/5th of my love for 30 days. Right now my love is split between my uncle, my foster child, Mario Lanza, Evan and Kate. They all got picked out of the hat, or read my article in a timely manner. However, for your efforts, your going to be the first name I put in the hat this July. Godspeed, my gentle charge, godspeed.
you indian love-giving shit moth. i guess i'll just have to hit up all these fucking burned out hippies on venice beach for it now. i better find my name in that lepard skin pill box hat which you fancy around once a month.
Son, I ain't never been done called a shit moth, ner can I reckon what one is. You best be coddling with them long haired, nigger lovin', godless son's o' Leary's, 'cause yer not comin' within two ass hairs of me and my suede love hat. With yer mangey ol' brown locks and feet so dirty they look like a colored man's clodhoppers at midnight, you'll fit right in with them lazy, petculli stinkin' communists. I'd smack you one on the mouth 'fer your slight to me and my kin, but I figure I'd be libel to get some o' yer brown acid on my punchin' hand. Y'all best be gettin' off my porch and goin' back to yer fancy "West Coast" 'fore I put a slug in yeh. Ima be fixin' my chillin', my hound and my compass so it they ain't never point west again, lest they pick up a case of the gay. I know you all have the gay from bein' s'close to San Fagcisco, so don't even start. Y'all go on now.
put my name in that hat, too. fuck fashion buggery, fuck The Man, lets get hiiiiiiigh. or we could (just about) legally drink ourselves into oblivion and kill things. yes, option b, much better!
its so fucking late right now i dont even know what im saying.
fun little rant right there, though. i love the fact that i agree with it all and yet didnt have to expend valuable brain power thinking about it first and/or writing it coherently.
I read the whole thing and I'm reporting from an Internet Cafe in Cairo. That's Egypt, Ryan. I'll tell you about my two-month long trip to the homeland when I can back to Philly.
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PS i <3 Blunts
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its so fucking late right now i dont even know what im saying.
fun little rant right there, though. i love the fact that i agree with it all and yet didnt have to expend valuable brain power thinking about it first and/or writing it coherently.
ps. PICNIC WED OR THURS.
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