February 2011
January 2011
Reblog if you want THIS BACK
i miss you little red box o numbers.
the moral of the story....
dont tell someone something they dont want to hear after they’ve been drinking. it just turns out bad for the both of you.
2 tags
well I know a man....
he came from my hometown. he wore his passion for his woman like a thorny crown.
he said “Dolores, I live in fear, my love for you is so over-powering I’m afraid that I will disappear.”
well I knew a woman, became a wife. these are the very words she uses to describe her life, she said, ” a good day, aint got no rain.” she said, ” a bay day’s when I lie...
rolls, biscuits, banana nut bread, cherry bread,...
you have no idea how many times i get to say this per day at work. also, imagine saying it fast enough for them to understand, but not slow enough that it drags on. oh the sunday morning shift. i should be spending it having a love affair with my bed.
bring it on old fuckers, cheap fuckers, fucker fuckers, and tip me well please. thanks!
oh oh oh and...
i kinda wanna say “ya?” after every sentence.
:D
3 tags
i have no idea how many times ive heard the word...
ugh, watching too much misfits.
im so glad thats not an american word, cause it wouldnt sound right without the british accent :)
