Nahh... I think I'll stick with the pain in the arse.

I can help you with that.

Not by relieving it, mind.

Yuck, anal is gross.

RIP, brown sweater. You were mangled in ways I didn't know possible, by the same vicious dryers that imprinted button-shaped burns on the tender flesh of my forearm. Your existence was shrunken (pun intended), but rest assured that you will not be forgotten. I promise to keep and wear you, just in case it gets cold in the house and I don't have any other clean sweaters. I will miss the warmth you provided, the loud “CLINK” of your buttons hitting against solid surfaces, and the way I was ironically always trying to shrink your fabric so you would fit my body properly. You will always be my favorite brown sweater. The thread that holds you to my heart will never unravel.


:(

Woke up at 6 AM to give my friend a ride to the welfare office, than gave my roomate a ride to school, and then a ride home. Then IO gave my step dad a ride to his work, to get his check, then the bank to cash it, and then the store to purchase food. After this, i got a call, another friend needs a ride to the store to get thanksgiving stuff. Did that, got some beer, and here I sit, after a long ass day of driving and standing is supermarkets waiting for people to get their crap.

Nothing like a cold beer after a long day!

This may be the first obituary i have ever read for an item of clothing. Good stuff.

is that Browny's last picture ??
:soccer: :baseball: :basketbal

I woke up today on an unfamiliar couch with too many stamps on my hands and after having too many tequila shots. Happy Thanksgiving?

You must give thanks to the ghost of Patrick Swayze.

I spiked the cranberry sauce with whiskey and gorged on stuffing.
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