yawn on the lawn as i spin my baton. not gay no way well at least not today.
give me food and ill act like a much better dude. even though im the best , i sit at home all day and think about breasts
Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Oh, give me the beat, boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
(Won't you take me away?)
I hate when people think it's clever to include peoples name in an anecdote, like kults and one man banned just did in their posts. no offense.
I hate when people are slow to text back
I hate when this fucking internet doesn't fucking load stuff. infuriating.
^^same. like at 6 flags they charge 20 bucks to park. like "welcome! we're gonna take advantage of your situation right away."
i had to steal from the gift store just to cheer up after that.
I will probably never pay for stickers, unless they're eggshell or dollar store
if the little part that you grab with your cursor was highlighted, instead of recessed into the same colored background, it would be easier to find, especially in threads with long pages, and especially when there are reflections on the screen.
don't worry about the son thing
no son wants a dad or mom. we just wanna do hoodrat things with our friends
he does need his dad tho and if you're paying for your kid's life, you should feel very proud of yourself because that's respectable as all hell.
I know depression is a shapeshifting monster understood by only the victim, but I applaud all people responsible enough to take care of their kids, let alone be adults.
if you deserve your drinks then drink them.
if you don't want to feel like something is vaguely wrong- i can't help you there