I know a pretty lady named Allison. Her last name is Butterworth. Yep.
Well, I was having a discussion with someone the other night about how much I hate people who listen to Dave Matthews and other such nonsense with their flip flops and shell necklaces and date rapish tendancies ought to have any conceptions sired by them mandatorily terminated. Make this bill a law. Bro vs. Wade. I know. I'm terrible. I was really grumpy. But seriously, maybe they should all just be sterilized so the terminations wouldn't be necessary. But that's neither here nor there.
While walking to a bar in the delightfully seedy Tenderloin district in San Francisco it seemed like every other person who walked by had the same cough. So, while at the HA-RA on Geary, while my mates were having a smoke, I had me a color.
No comments:
Post a Comment