Homegirls and boys, welcome to the Mansfield Wrotto Memorial Winter Wonderland Sexxxtravaganza:
The taste of his hairy plas-dick
I kissed Pat Burrell just to try it
Now I call him Mr. Fantastic
It felt so fab
So he said, "Thanks!"
I kissed Pat Burrell and I liked it
Watch all the funny shit I posted over there above Joe Mauer. Those guys are all close buds so any support means a lot.
The best album I've ever heard (right now) is something I spent $4 on and is called "Rare Hendrix." His guitar sodomizes my soul with its beauty every single track [Good Feeling, Voice In The Wind, Go Go Shoes Part 1, Go Go Shoes Part 2, Good Times, Bring My Baby Back, Suspicious last but best Hot Trigger]. Just believe me.
Random sampling of the top 100 comments from the peanut gallery in my head:
3. Why am I wearing pants?
28. Why hasn't she gotten me food yet?
79. Why are you talking to me right now?
44. Fuck that shit.
41. Hey, you, get offa my cloud!
69. There's no way I actually have to get out of bed for at least an hour.
Thanks to the sexiest former-rasta/quaker in Waterville for this!:
i just need a woman who's intelligent and passionate
and cook when i dont ask
you know i don't hassle halibut
-->Do work Wale
One and one and one is three.
Something I was thinking of over the summer:
"i have a lot of time to think at my job. here's what i came up with. top 5 non-sexual fantasy:
Michael Westen narrating key moments of my life with his deadpan delivery and overused metaphors.
Samuel L. repeating "fuck" or "motherfucker" every time I say them (i would obviously say them more)
Stu Scott saying, "he put that SAUCE on him" every time i do something awesome
Sir Charles saying, "Bwah Asa bwah,"(bwah=boy) every time i do something questionable or unknightly.
i think i need one more voice to complete the pentfecta. i guess the only thing preventing this from actually happening is that Westen isnt a real person. fuck."
-A younger me
Da way my wrist gliss I make a hood bitch say damn
My necklace, rubbers and da fact I go ham
It's lonely up here man I need to come down
So many O's I made da bank teller pass out
My traphouse floor lookin like a magic city monday
but ain't no singles its just big head hunnits (hundreds)
My car is gettin washed by this ugly ass junkie
I keep laughin like a woman but ain't shit funny
[above are actual song lyrics]
With Love,
-Starlin Kubarius Castro
2300 Wilson Circle, Nepal.
The Fifteenth Day of December, 2009
PEACE bitches
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