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You are a piece of fucking work, buddy. !
Never mind. I see now that you follow me. It wasn't your avatar, either. It was your blog.
Well, what the fuck is your handle?
Just get on Twitter so you can display your enthusiasm in real time.
I don't disagree with much of your argument, but how do you explain soccer? I'm actually trying to get into it, but I can't take the Daniel Day-Lewis level devotion.
Oh, I remember that. We all mocked him in rec-league the year after. I just have never seen the essence of that drama encapsulated in one picture. Our brave men and women fighting abroad must roll their eyes at that.
If they ever make any kind of drinking an Olympic event, you let me know.
I have never seen that picture. I love it so, so much.
Here's a story about the one-and-only time I was prescribed Oxycontin:
Wes Fucks Up Another Spread But At Least This Time It Doesn't Cost Me Hundreds Of Dollars.
"Like Sand through a shot glass, these are the Days of our Lives."
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Again, I'm a better shot.
This is what I think of you assholes.
And, let us not pretend like he didn't produce an extremely good looking daughter.
I've been reading all your posts about your dads, and it only seems like you're writing because you had a not-so-great relationship with your fathers. I truly don't mean to disparage anything that anyone has said about your situations. That's why I didn't participate.
I'll admit it. I used to skateboard when I was a kid.