Screw Off.
I added a Flickr feed to the site. Yeah, you like it. Yes. You do. You aren't allowed to make up your own mind.
So now, it's time for you readers to do some work. Time for you to add a little bit of content here. Even if I don't speak to you often, you should post a memory of me. It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad, just so long as it happened. If you feel like hiding behind the anonymous tag, go for it. I'll just guess at who you are.
Get to work, fuckers.
Labels: memories
YAA WEZZERRR
what is up little man you are still a bro so don't git it wrong you know were i am when you need me and you know i make time for the ones that need it give me a call some time
How about you getting whipped in the back of the head at Dorton's birthday gathering with a cat o'nine tails...?
conversation between you and I at the Recital show at some park in michigan. we turned from the stage and were looking at the baseball diamond off to the side when i had the sudden urge to do something athletic.
"i want to run the bases. you guys should come with me."
"dude, I don't run."
"come on, man. run the bases with me."
"dude, i'm fat."definitely my favorite quote from you.
I have 2.
You running full tilt from the kitchen and smacking garv in his ass.
You leaping into the hallway on halloween in a luchadore mask and no shirt to pick up my girlfriend within 3 seconds of meeting her and taking her into the bedroom to hump her.
You and me fitting into the same pair of pants at the same time, but doing it wrong so that we couldn't walk cause our knees kept knocking together, and trying not to fall over.
Memories, memories, memoriesâ?¦.how can any stick out when every nights an adventure when we go out? But hereâ??s one for ya, fucker.
I had my brand new Pontiac Grand Prix for about 5 days. What is the best way to celebrate a new car? Go to the bar and get trashed. So we go up to the Penalty Box, for a little karaoke. So we drink, a lot, belt out a few tunes and then, since were fat, the next idea is food. So I drive to one of the best places to get a hot plate of food at 2am, Coles Dinner. Pulling in you decide you can no longer contain your gut, and you spew all over the passenger seat of the new ride. In a week I now have to people that have thrown up in my car. Do my friends have a drinking problem? Nah. So we head over to the self car cleaning place next to Rams Horn. You decide â??Hey I need to take a shit.â?? So you wonder into the field and take a dump. Leaving you wallet right next to your pile of shit. We clean the car then drop you off at home and I go and pass the fuck out at home. The next morning you call me looking for you wallet I explain to you I havenâ??t seen it. Then some light bulb clicks in your head and you realize where you left it.
Now quit yer bitchinâ??.
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