you gonna write some sorta streetlight manifesto or somethin?
Industrial Streetlights and It’s Future.you gonna write some sorta streetlight manifesto or somethin?
My buddy works with retards and I ran into him babysitting an adult one the other day. I don't even know how it even came up, but the fucking retard got stuck in a loop of saying "Brett Hull. Yep. Brett Hull." He said it like 100 fucking times. We were just talking over him but eventually I looked at the guy and was like "Jesus Christ, man." and my buddy was like "Alright, we gotta go" and dragged the fucker away still babbling about Brett Hull.For me it was pot and MDMA. A combo I hate. Everything just felt gross. A retarded guy kept saying "slow as a turtle.". Not a good night.
Do not get me started on Penn Station / Madison Square Garden. It makes my blood boil, what they're doing up there.
He could've meant "butt hole", and was referring to you. Maybe baiting you to throw down, sensing your fear?My buddy works with retards and I ran into him babysitting an adult one the other day. I don't even know how it even came up, but the fucking retard got stuck in a loop of saying "Brett Hull. Yep. Brett Hull." He said it like 100 fucking times. We were just talking over him but eventually I looked at the guy and was like "Jesus Christ, man." and my buddy was like "Alright, we gotta go" and dragged the fucker away still babbling about Brett Hull.
“I’ve haven’t finished it and didn’t do all the work. What couldn’t I do?”This was the line that got me.. this superior Aryan can't even figure out how to turn off the gas or pop a new breaker in and run his own electric. Probably hired a Mexican to do both jobs and bought fentanyl laden coke off him after the job was complete.
Saddam Hussein style blue blockers baby!Put on some amber shades and some big earmuffs and you'll be fine
He should also wear some mittens so he doesn't claw his own eyes out when he has an autistic meltdown over LOUD NOISESSaddam Hussein style blue blockers baby!
He wanted to talk about GT's and the Bret Hull posters that came in each box, you fucking prick.My buddy works with retards and I ran into him babysitting an adult one the other day. I don't even know how it even came up, but the fucking retard got stuck in a loop of saying "Brett Hull. Yep. Brett Hull." He said it like 100 fucking times. We were just talking over him but eventually I looked at the guy and was like "Jesus Christ, man." and my buddy was like "Alright, we gotta go" and dragged the fucker away still babbling about Brett Hull.
I got that for Xmas one year.He wanted to talk about GT's and the Bret Hull posters that came in each box, you fucking prick.
Out of all the moments that one dude has to keep re-living, that one aint too bad.I got that for Xmas one year.
Honestly the best toboggan I ever had was this tiny inflatable thing that was just big enough to go under your ass and had two handles on the sides. You could fucking FLY on that thing. I remember my dad would even take a couple rips on it when he'd take me because it was legit fun how fast and far you'd go.Out of all the moments that one dude has to keep re-living, that one aint too bad.