He gets too
on future events;
you can go right off
the deep end
The Dutch Bourgeois.
He doesn’t even know
what a Hell’s
That’s the kinda man
I’d settle down
and just raw dog it.
my thirteen year old niece.
She doesn’t have a big place, there isn’t
room for a garden.
on a raccoon; what else is there to say?
I’m trying, but
could be a little more
I just think of myself as royalty.
She chased me and said she wanted to stay with me;
I got really aggro,
just bashing her head in. Over and over.
This is how you use the internet.
I volunteer to be the little child!
I suck on my fat like a thirsty man in the desert.
My ring, give it to me!
Wipe my butt
for four hours.
you’re not good enough.
He’s got the dopamine fix:
with consulting, he’s got connections.
A really reliable dude.
I just need two bags, yea, just two.
He just sticks her in a cab:
It’s from a bit by my favourite comedian, you know the one:
there’s a girl and
her name is Joy and she likes bees.
She has like, a hundred boyfriends;
I don’t have time to verify every detail.
Yea so if this is her, I’m angled like this
(I can’t believe he’s fucking her.)
That octopus is a sly guy.
Didn’t we have the germ talk?
What did you learn?
You’re very oblivious to things in really standard ways—
it’s kind of cute.
No one really knows except for me.
Maybe you should just spend time alone, together.
I’m not the one that tried to kiss you.