my pose for gtg photos is the patented "holding a water bottle while not knowing somebody is taking a picture of you"
Oh, please! You love it.
my pose for gtg photos is the patented "holding a water bottle while not knowing somebody is taking a picture of you"
notice is the first step... next step is marriageOh shut it!!
I didn't even notice you until a couple of months ago.
Thank you, Truth!
haha... katy still owes me $25
Katy still owes me a shirt.
i smell a mob forming... you get the socks... i'll get the canned corn.
That was spent at the end of our last softball game.
Your ideas are intriguing to me and I wish to subscribe to your newsletter.
i guess you can just treat me to 25 beers on dollar beer night.
someone should treat me to beers.
Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain, there was a town where the people known as Happyfolk lived. Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world, obscured as it was by great clouds. Here they played out their peaceful lives, innocent of the litany of excess and violence that was growing in the world below. To live in harmony with the spirit of the mountain called Monkey was enough. Then one day, Strangefolk arrived in the town. They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark glasses, but no one noticed them; they only saw shadows. You see, without the Truth to the Eyes, the Happyfolk were blind.
In time, the Strangefolk found their way into the higher reaches of the mountain, and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Sincerity and Beauty. By chance, they stumbled upon the place where all good souls come to rest. The Strangefolk, they coveted the jewels in these caves above all things, and soon they began to mine the mountain, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world. Meanwhile, down in the town, the Happyfolk slept restlessly, their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their souls. Every day, people would wake and stare at the mountain. Why was it bringing darkness into their lives? And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain, holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of the Monkey. For the first time, the Happyfolk felt fearful for, they knew that soon the Monkey would stir from its deep sleep. Then there came a sound... Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in space. There were no screams. There was no time. The mountain called Monkey had spoken. There was only fire. And then, nothing.
Oh, a little town in U.S.A
The time has come to see,
There's nothing you believe you are.
But where were you when it all came down on me
Did you call me now?
Top-Cherry is a snob.
She doesn't even acknowledge me anymore.
.
Keep smoking that and you're going to go broke running back and forth to KFC.
Katy, just shut up.
I want to apologize to TOP CHERRY for whatever I did, from the deepest part of my heart. I don't know what it was.
Actually, it was Manny's idea.
What an odd song.
that doesn't mean you get out of those beers damn it
Screw you then.
I hope you end up a cat lady with nappy hear and saggy breasts.
Tecate is good. With sal y limon, of course.
Tell me how I would go about getting nappy hear.
Do you like Modelo especial?
Man, I hate typos.
And es like yourself.
Fine but I'm sure I won't be buying you 25 beers. I have a feeling you can only handle a beer and a half.that doesn't mean you get out of those beers damn it
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