19. September. 2007.
When will the sun fucking explode? Can it... Can it, like, explode today? Right now? Or at least, in the next eight minutes?
Please?
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck shittt damn it fuck
I need more weed.
SONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!
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In the Days of Chapstick, Gum, and Soda
HumorI might write a book. I don't know. Life happens to get in the way of that sometimes. * * * * * Inspired by @Woowoowriting and her books: The Darlings of Suburbia and Seeking Connections. * * * * * Short Story #319 Hu...
