is not a cold dead place.
I am nothing. I am everything.
is not a cold dead place.
is only one season out west.
the boys, and make them die
So I know this has happened to about everyone. You’re sitting on Facebook, complaining about your day, whether it be your period or your car wreck or your childhood obesity..whatever it is. And out of the blue some jackass decides to mention “Well, there are children in Africa that are starving.”
RIGHT. I KNOW THAT. I KNOW THERE ARE STARVING CHILDREN IN EVERY COUNTRY.
I know there are people who are less fortunate than me. I know there are people who don’t have the nice things I have and I know there are people who go to bed hungry every night. But, SERIOUSLY does that mean that my problems are unimportant? Does that mean anytime something is bothering me I should pretend it doesn’t matter because there are starving children overseas? And the worst part about this scenario is that anything you say back to that makes you seem like an inhumane monster!
“Oh well, I know there’s starving people but does that mean I can’t have problems?” “You are going to burn in hell for that.”
Now sometimes you’ll get the occasional bible verse and someone saying they’ll pray for you instead of the starving children comments. In this case, you can reply with the awkward “Right, yeah, thanks” and then you’re out of the clear without looking like a mean bastard.
So next time your boyfriend cheats on you with a lesbian and runs away to New Mexico, just remember….there are starving children in Africa.
I’ve always pondered this question and the answer was just revealed to me by Valerie Vir. Her and some other evil friends of mine thought it would be funny to stick oreos in my mouth when I was drunkenly passed out. They left the room and when they came back and the oreo was gone, and it wasn’t in the bed…uh oh….
So, the age old question has been answered, you can in fact eat in your sleep.
role model, philanthropist, and noted cokehead
said Pierre. I’m from France.
How is your hemorrhoid today then? Yeah? Good? Right then
One please. Can I get one please?
I’ve had a hard time writing recently. Maybe it’s because of the lack of motivation. Which is from the alcohol. Which has taken it’s hold because we have nothing to do. We have nothing to do because we have no money. We have no money because we have no jobs. We have no jobs because we have no motivation. It’s a downward spiral that’s bottomless.
By the way if you ever go to Skyland don’t get the BBQ plate…not very tasty. But diner coffee is always real good. Like really I’d rather get diner coffee than fucking starbucks any day.
Also we went to Matthew Alspaugh’s going away party last night. We’re all going to miss him so much, he’s such a great friend. We all got real drunk and went a bit nuts. I jumped into the car with Tam and Adrienne unbeknownst to me where we were going, I fell asleep in the back only to wake up with an urge to piss. I jumped out of the car and Tam led me to the nearby dumpster where I proceeded to drunkenly take a piss alongside my good asian friend. Luckily the dumpster only had cardboard in it, but I probably would have peed in it even if it was full.
So yeah, right um, I’ve got no shame.