I would have said blood, but that's good too.
Sometimes I see them in me. Sometimes I drop my r’s.
They only have one thing on their mind, though.
You know those dirty :skull::skull::skull::skull:s that wear loose shorts, dirty singlets (or tanktops or whatever) with their hairy gut hanging out... and they have fat necks and uneven facial hair with bread stuck in it and they don’t wash their hands after they go toilet and they smell like weird gels! :irked:
Not embarrassingly stupid. Clean. More stuff, but I can’t think of it all on such short notice.
And it makes you drool.
She looks like what I'm probably going to look like in about 40 years. A lot of people tell me that I'm a lot like her. Not that this helps you with the whole not shooting her, but we're not talking about that anymore.
I don’t wanna be...a redneck.
I think I can relate, or ever-so-slightly relate, or whatever. Like, I could get disgusted by someone, and think of how much of a filthy animal they are, and then realize that I’m probably just the same. Well I can’t really explain it. I was thinking about it this morning, because being a meathead is the norm down here, and I hate it.
That's what people were talking about yesterday. That's fine with me. It's just another one of those boring tropical vacation sites. Shoot all the sailors you want, as long as it's not my aunt.
