After all this time going to fabulous ports of call, I decided to visit that special place in my heart. I learned the important lesson that you can never really go home...because there is a lot of weird crap lying all around.
I hope I don't die in a fire.
I'm confused.
Bitches don't know that I live for the music
I I just pooped on the seat
I'm kind of scared that there
are so many boxing gloves. Seriously, what kind of troubled person just leaves this stuff around? Whoever works here obviously doesn't do anything productive.
I like my bitches like I like my coffee, reconstituted and single serving
We are going to play a new game called Abbottabad A-Go-Go. Potato Head, you be the 6'4 Jihadist, Army guy with the bling, you be his wife and I will be Seal Team 6. GO!
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