You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now.
We're just two lost souls swimmin in a fish bowl, year after year. Runnin' over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
Bloodninja:I can no longer resist the pizza. I open the box and unzip my pants with my other hand. As I penetrate the gooey cheese, I moan in ecstacy. The mushrooms and Italian sausage are rough, but the sauce is deliciously soothing. I blow my load in seconds. As you leave the bathroom, I exit through the front door....