She was in a persistent vegitative state.
Eat it, fuckers.
We’ve got wang-talk to make
She was in a persistent vegitative state.
Eat it, fuckers.
MOJITOS?!
Bitches.
(what follows is a slightly organized train of thought about money)
Sometimes I wish I had lots of money. I know, I know. We all wish for that. For me I think it might be different. I’ve never been a big fan of “things”. I constantly try to focus on the essentials: food, home, and music. And even music doesn’t become a priority when it comes to material goods. I’d love to have an iPod, but I know it’s just something that I want, and not something that I need.
I’ve always been like this. I never get myself things that I want because I feel like the money could be better spent. Usually the money turns out to be better spent on my friends, family, and strangers.
I’m by no means wealthy, but I like to pick up a round for people from time to time. I like to get people gifts for no reason (though my recent expenditure of funds on a house and a wedding has severely limited that). I like to tip as much as I can afford.
(I usually tip 20%, but I’d love to tip 100% or 200% or some other ridiculous number like that.)
My monetary dream would be to take all the money I have, pay off people’s debts, and then take everyone I know out to eat all the time. I’d pick up the bill, tip the servers with handfuls of twenties and be happy that other people were happy.
Money is not something I feel particularly drawn to. Maybe that’s why I’m so good with it. I know how much I spend, I know how much I owe, and I know how much I save. I think that’s a good thing. Other people live from paycheck to paycheck amassing lots of debt and seem to be having a great time doing it. I feel glad for them, but I’ve never felt good owning a “thing.”
If there was something I was going to save in a fire it would definitely be photos and stuff like that.
I frequently wonder if I could give up everything. I’d like to think that I could, but I’m not sure. Could I give away all my possessions and go live in a hut somewhere? Could I live off of the land?
I think the thing that keeps me from trying is that I would miss my family. I feel like I would need to have no friends or family around while I did that or else it would be too hard.
The evidence against me:
Why I shouldn’t be trusted around kids
How bad I actually did at laser tag
It should be noted that Mr. Focker, Ms. Focker, and Uncle Focker were all between 9 and 12. Hardballer was my older brother, and the only reason I was able to shoot him 3 times was because he kept sticking his fool head up.
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