...could it have been HOW you asked me...
...or could it have been WHAT you asked me...
...maybe it's WHEN you asked me...
all i know is that YOU'RE ON FUCKIN' CRACK...
Serious.. if you hear a ghost in your house say, "get out" then you need to get the fuq on up outta there.. damn. Anyhow, this one's for you brother Marley - directions to 112 Ocean Ave, Amityville, NY. :)
Have you guys heard of those Texans that are taking it upon themselves to patrol the Texas/Mexico border? That's right, they're real progressive citizens, and they also happen to be my fuqin neighbors. Meet, Bill - he's Texan, and he's fuqin proud of it. With Bill on our side, we won't have to worry about any of those big bad Mexicans coming into our great state - well, at least none that are wheelchair-bound.. Bill doesn't look too quick on his feet.
Email me if you want to contribute to my get-spliff-out-of-texas fund. :)
I see a world in the not-too-distant future where armies of laser guided fruit flies invades a rogue military state. Wars won through sheer numbers and constant battery by these little warriors. Ahh... the future looks bright...