its cray cloudy out hurr...might have to pull on myself instead.

if that's your answer to my comment, you don't smoke weed - so fuck you.

just use a pipe tho

if you think you know...you already know too much. - Proverbs 24:11

i rode thru the hood in a caprice classic - sittin' up on hoola hoops, and the kids were confused.

fuck the police.

my wife is a successful businesswoman, and she drives a Dodge Stratus.

like...i strapped bibles to the rims, and now i'm ridin' with the holy ghost - ghost riding the whip, but people are visibly feeling objections...

i'm sittin' on some shit i shouldn't be...

your mom's a faggot.

haha 'preciate the input, kid. i hope that post made you feel better, buddy! keep truckin'

great question Mr. Nachos -

you could just stab your dog to death and save time, money, and the dog might die with some semblance of dignity

i might pull up in a human breast, sittin' on deuce-sixes, bitch...

just because i am a wealthy magistrate from up New England-way, the peasantry think they can ruffle my feathers with a couple well-placed irks and a handful of blog posts? - methinks not...quite the antithetical, in truth.

no, its just a condition where you grind your teeth during sleep. and it's my girlfriend's brother, not me.

i mean...this is utterly pointless, right?

this girl gestured toward me for objectifying her triple D's...

my girlfriend's brother has severe bruxism

yeah, but i am rich too - but absolutely refuse to brag about it.