Woops, been slow here for a day or so. Good news though you guys, I'm still here, silently judging your every move. Just like Santa Clause and Martin Luther King Jr., only less funny.
Surprisingly I've actually had a lot of work to do this week, so instead of spending time writing awesome bits about your pants and the things that come out of and go into your mouth, I'm asking bands what it's like play a guitar. (Magic).
Couple things to think about while I'm away: "Car Talk" OOOOF that show. Also, not shoveling the snow hat off your car for a month after it snows (this shit is about to come back into fashion real quick). Calling the waitress "nurse" really loud like it's comedy gold, over and over again like this one douche I ate near last night. Pushing someone who bumps into you on the dance floor too many times so you're girlfriend gets mad at you and then you ruin the whole fucking date night that was going so well. Also bumping into someone on a dance floor so many times he feels compelled to push you. Also dancing. Also date nights.
So, that's all for now. Be back in a few. Meanwhile, stop looking at me like that. Here's a picture of a bear riding a horse for you to think about for a while.
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Calling the waitress "nurse" really loud like it's comedy gold, over and over again like this one douche I ate near last night.
Now you're just making stuff up for me to hate.
No, good god, no. This guy was on a roll. Hollee shit burgers.
is that bear made of papier mache?
It's made out of courage is what it's made out of.
all's i'm saying is, next time you're going to push a dude, tell your girlfriend to step aside in case the nervous emo-looking dude who keeps bumping into you comes back swinging!
There isn't time to think in a situation like that. These hammers need to fly.
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