Wearing my phils cap, waiting for the one ignorant loud fuckwad Yankees fan in Edinburgh to show his bloated face.
C'mon little bitchee. You're out there. I can smell you.
WFO-That face implies the bottle is destined for something nonstandard. Woddy:to smash in her old face WFO-You went to a dark place there friend. --- JT - I've arguably been to a worse wedding. There was a cash bar
It was really a treat to wake up around noon today in Werthless' house. I'm not even sure anyone was home. And I left. Sooo...anyway, I hope no one's stealing your stuff.
Today might in fact be the most gorgeous day outside I've ever seen. I have to go to work in about an hour and I REALLY want to call out and just take a walk and sit outside for the rest of the day. But I won't. Why can't these days happen on my days off?