Guy 1: You see that fuckin’ bear on four?
Guy 2: Yeah! I looked over and I was like, “Look at that fuckin’ bear!”
Guy 1: Those traps were super fuckin’ steep, though.
Guy 2: Super steep. I need like a sweet white wine or something.
My carry-on is 128 pounds, major downfall of being in the glass industry.
It’s loaded with samples, so the TSA agent said they couldn’t scan through it. I almost got her a worker’s comp claim as she unloaded it from the belt for a second inspection. We both agreed “It’s too early for this type-a-shit.”
1. Drank a beer.
2. Made my dog a netted case cover so we can ride the motorcycle together.
3. Received a phone call from a marketing company hired by the IRS to give me a customer satisfaction survey. “We’re surveying people that owed taxes to see how…” So happy my $6K is going to fund their groundbreaking research.
should look through some old photos, i adored you in every one of those. if someone took a picture of us now, they’d need to be told, that we’d ever clung on tight, and maybe not with arms at night, i’d say she was his sister, but she doesn’t have his nose.
and now we’re unrelated, and rid of all that shit we hate, but i hate when i feel like this, and i never hated you.
This album is bliss. Soundtrack music for life. Pop in an earbud, strap on your helmet and ride.