...speaking of loads-your-mother-shoulda-swallowed (!), ran into the BIGGEST d-bag last week. think his name was Harley? Farley? Carly? Barley? Barney? fireflys. butterflys. i didn't get any of it.
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this kid i used to run with always got away with everything. each weekend became a contest to see just how far we could take it. after numerous attempts of one-upping each other, let's just say it culminated one cool summer night about suppertime. the theft of a deli tray, lazy-susan from the local grocer found its way thru the large picture window of the chief of police...needless to say, he won. this blog will honor that original spirit of mayhem and offense.
r.i.p.
guilty by association...
it may not get you laid, but you'll look good trying...
if ya don' know, ya betta aks sumboddy...
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