dear creamed corn will do fine diary,
you can fuck someone up with some canned creamed corn. i'm not scared. i'll use whatever i can grab. does that make me a dirty fighter? ima biter and a scratcher too. suhnap. i grew up with an asshole brother and i learned the tricks of the trade pretty fast. i pushed the unibomber through a window once and into a mirror. he was also taking a drink from a long neck bottle of beer a different time and i gave that bottle a good old push and i dunno how far it got down his throat, but he wasn't happy. at all. fuck him. i'd prolly do it again, shit i think i went to jail for that evening of fun, but i got my bond back. he dropped charges. i think he came and got me out of jail even- but i prolly had to work for that shit- if you know what i mean. if you don't, well you are prolly better off. yup, true love, it was, back then, in the late 80's. neither one of us was twenty one but we could both get served in bars and now i still get carded for cigarettes. what is wrong with that picture? i only liked to drink until i turned twenty one and now it's no fun. betcha it'd be the same way with pot. hope i live to find out. i will. green beans work too you guys, but creamed corn is better on the count it is a more solid packed can. you don't need a gun, fuck that shit is dumb, get you some corn and do what needs to be done. then you've also supplied dinner to help the healing process begin.
you can fuck someone up with some canned creamed corn. i'm not scared. i'll use whatever i can grab. does that make me a dirty fighter? ima biter and a scratcher too. suhnap. i grew up with an asshole brother and i learned the tricks of the trade pretty fast. i pushed the unibomber through a window once and into a mirror. he was also taking a drink from a long neck bottle of beer a different time and i gave that bottle a good old push and i dunno how far it got down his throat, but he wasn't happy. at all. fuck him. i'd prolly do it again, shit i think i went to jail for that evening of fun, but i got my bond back. he dropped charges. i think he came and got me out of jail even- but i prolly had to work for that shit- if you know what i mean. if you don't, well you are prolly better off. yup, true love, it was, back then, in the late 80's. neither one of us was twenty one but we could both get served in bars and now i still get carded for cigarettes. what is wrong with that picture? i only liked to drink until i turned twenty one and now it's no fun. betcha it'd be the same way with pot. hope i live to find out. i will. green beans work too you guys, but creamed corn is better on the count it is a more solid packed can. you don't need a gun, fuck that shit is dumb, get you some corn and do what needs to be done. then you've also supplied dinner to help the healing process begin.
