small minded and hateful bitch.
There are times when I would like to push the reset button on some people.
Sup Gear, how's the weather down there? We're pushing 90-some, all sunshine and butterflies and shit.
You know how it is - Same exact shit every fucking day. I'm thinking about moving north. South Oregon/Northern California. I have to get some goddamn variation.
As soon as my EBT card gets here I'm going to use it to rent a Uhaul then I'm gonna bounce.
Same circus, different clowns.
I think several of these might be the same clowns.
Quote:Same circus, different clowns.
^Care to squeeze the wheeze? We're all bozos on this bus, you know...
You can't leave.
Your freshly restored doors won't let you.
Damn it. I guess I'm just going to have to take a bong hit.
Stoned?
You live in San Marcos.
You'll blend right in.
Sorry, Dick. I swear, I'm gonna change my ways.
Starting tomorrow; promise...
Hey now- My doctor who has tiny dredlocks and a purple office says I'm a very sick man.
One lesson I've learned in life over the years:
I stopped taking advice from tiny dreadlock doctors who work out of purple offices.
That sage advice has served me well.
I've alway secretly suspected she isn't a 'real' doctor. Call it a hunch. If she can pull herself away from the vaporizer for one second I'm going to ask her straight out what's the deal.
Could be she's secretly a russian slut?
Nah, too friendly. But the thought had crossed my mind as it always does.
Every man's fantasy:
A russian gal with dreadlocks and an affinity for purple paint.