Jehannum
Puts the "pro" in procrastination
That's.... also been the joke. That I slide down bar stools and bruise my ass on the floor.
That's.... also been the joke. That I slide down bar stools and bruise my ass on the floor.
I don't have an answer for that.
I knew someone would say this, but no... No clock is ticking.I knew it! You're starting to waver!
DAT CLOCK IS TICKING
Go knock someone up already. Let me live in peace with my 56943 cats.
I wish I'd had the help of your parents, then took me a long time, I didn't really know how credit worked or how to dispute things. Lot of stuff just stayed on for yearsUh...this happened in 1992.
Omg details of your youthI wish I'd had the help of your parents, then took me a long time, I didn't really know how credit worked or how to dispute things. Lot of stuff just stayed on for years
His father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. His mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. His father would womanize, would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. His childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring he'd make meat helmets. When he was insolent he was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve he received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved his testicles.Omg details of your youth