Because I have a “thing” about having those little floor-crunchies on my feet. Floating flooring is nice, but every little thing lays right on top of it… So instead of constantly dusting the bottoms of my feet off on my calves, I just throw on some house shoes. Freshly cleaned floors excepted.
Wide range, there. I love it!
Hahaaaa!! Fuck, I didn’t catch that shit!! Too fuckin funny to edit… Touche, s0x…
I’ve never typed Panera… Yet my dictionary has that shit over Pantera… This world has gone to shit… Fuck em all.
Gotta be Moonlight Sonata…
Maybe the Live 101 Proof version of Panera’s “War Nerve”
Or Freebird, maybe?
Stubborn Love or Angela, by the Lumineers?
Fuck… Depends on the day, but I’ll always go back to Moonlight…
Kuntz. Yep, said like That… As in Rusty Kuntz. Best baseball name in history:
That’s exactly what a fuckin boozer would say, also.
Although… I’ve been drinking since about October o’clock… so, what the fuck would I know about it, anyways.
(I say: they can stop anytime you want me to.)
Cheers!
The war on drugs took the crack dealer off the corner, but built a pharmacy and a pain clinic where he used to hang out.
O, what dark times… When passing ruffians can say “Ni!” …at will, to old ladies.
It’s me downstairs mixup! I’m Ol Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeg!
Your sweet ass has about the same integrity as all the other bullshit I see (and sometimes even read) every motherfuckin day on this Internet we find one another on… Source verified as original by way of alcohol.
Nice fuckin job, eh…