Moustalinche
That doesn't make any sense.
It's late. AGAIN. In between editing, worrying, stressing, and of course; jerking off... I had time to do this cool t-shirt. I'm not sure if it's really cool or not, but at this time of night, anything I put effort into had better be cool. Or allow me to trick myself into thinking it's good.
I'm eating twinkies. And no, that isn't a metaphor for anything. Sure, they're long cylinders filled with cream, but that doesn't mean anything. But why do I go so far out of my way to convince you's? Shut up Elliott.. stop talking. You're digging your grave deeper by the second.
Oh Kay boys and girls;
The usual ending...
It's late. AGAIN. In between editing, worrying, stressing, and of course; jerking off... I had time to do this cool t-shirt. I'm not sure if it's really cool or not, but at this time of night, anything I put effort into had better be cool. Or allow me to trick myself into thinking it's good.
I'm eating twinkies. And no, that isn't a metaphor for anything. Sure, they're long cylinders filled with cream, but that doesn't mean anything. But why do I go so far out of my way to convince you's? Shut up Elliott.. stop talking. You're digging your grave deeper by the second.
Oh Kay boys and girls;
The usual ending...
1 comment:
Hi Elliott. You are cool. I want to have your babies.
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