pfft

blistering barnacles and pieces of blinking ninihammers. cheeseballsless dimwits.

on a brighter note, golfed 200 balls at the range today. blistered the finger that spells f*ck. probably a sign that i've been using it a lil' too often than i should've. :D tell me my blog is oh-so-boring. i need a life. screw it.

why don't people just fuck themselves.seriously. sheesh