midwest_rep2
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It is time to pick up this goddamn room, i can barely walk through the beer cans and paper and shit. And that girl that lives above us, always bitching about something. I think she is stealing my quarters too. So I want to go skiing tomorrow but I can't because i sold my skis to a hot girl on the chairlift for $200. I think they were worth 450. My thesis is due tomrorow and i have a test, I'm not ready. Is Hood Meadows still open? I'm not happy that I have a nice blunt wrap sitting on my counter but no bud for it, my stoner ass friend cyped that shit and smoked it all, now its gonna cost me another quarter. If I already turned in my overdue books, why will they still charge me 'replacement fee'? I will take that fee and shove up their asses, burning, doused in acid. If you walk by a homeless man and he asks you for money and you are holding half a sub sandwich, Don't lie to him and say you have no money and then throw the rest of your sandwich in a garbage can next to him. it makes him mad. The same goes for dogs. Especially golden retrievers. Keg parties are fun if A) cops dont come B)there is plenty of good beer C) your friend pukes in your toilet with the lid down. If you find things on sale at Safeway, buy them, like Pringles and shit, those are good. I bought a Palestinian today and yesterday an Isreali drove to my house from Isreal and killed him. Damn. He drove a Cadillac. Fear and Loathing in alternative literature, thats the future of education. If you shoot the dice just right....well hell who knows, but you sure as hell can't roll a 7. Existentialism is the lay man's philosophy, philosophy for beginners.
I just was thinking, why not....you know...get something done. Like go skiing, in dreams you can always get away from the bad guy (ie a bear) by skiing down the stairs. In a book i read zombies are real, just a coverup. Pretty big damn cover up if that's true. Charles Mingus...master.
what? fuck it's 2:14. Just remember what i said. the moral of the story is: stay clear of Valparaiso, Chile. But if you are there, go to a small falafel shop in Vina across from the History building of the University close to la plaza Vina. There you will eat some very average falafels, but they are so good. The man's spanish is less that stellar. They gave me some free falafels when i left, una regala.
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'haha he told his parents ahbout his ginormous cock.... what a fag' - linemaverick540
I just was thinking, why not....you know...get something done. Like go skiing, in dreams you can always get away from the bad guy (ie a bear) by skiing down the stairs. In a book i read zombies are real, just a coverup. Pretty big damn cover up if that's true. Charles Mingus...master.
what? fuck it's 2:14. Just remember what i said. the moral of the story is: stay clear of Valparaiso, Chile. But if you are there, go to a small falafel shop in Vina across from the History building of the University close to la plaza Vina. There you will eat some very average falafels, but they are so good. The man's spanish is less that stellar. They gave me some free falafels when i left, una regala.
para ti
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'haha he told his parents ahbout his ginormous cock.... what a fag' - linemaverick540
