I’m glad to have proven that good things come in threes
I would like to make it so that have we ever any problem with each other, we address it to one another before it starts eating away at our ideas of each other.
I shall personally take this into affect by no longer talking shit. If I fail, you may spank me or administer some similar form of punishment.
I repeat: No more shit talking.
Of course, it is not mandatory that you follow this rule. I will not think any less of you.
I’m just going to try my absolute damnedest to.
Why must you urinate on my face
It’s really kinky
I’m not into it
Best friend Adrian and I packed up the Tracker, filled it with instruments and a dear vagabond,and headed on over to Dogmeat’s house.
We didn’t have a microphone, and our drummer didn’t know the songs, but we played loud and we kicked ass.
I gave Dogmeat deer antlers, Adrian gave Dogmeat comic books, And Dogmeat’s bitch David’s gift was a pack of cigarettes.
I met a lovely boy, and we shared a sleeping bag and talked about musical theory in the morning.
We slept in a tent.
We screamed Emilie Autumn songs at the top of our lungs.