Life is like butt sex, sometimes, you get fvcked, sometimes you get to do the fvcking. In the long run, it's probably not worth it. But if you were a condom, the sun comes up the next day. And when you babble on about all kinds of crap, and people stop listening to you, well, you know it's the wrong day to stop sniffing glue. Back in 1987, I had a dog named scruffy. Scruffy had a problem, and I couldn't help. But I loved that dog, more than anything else in the world. Except this girl. Her name was Amanda. She had a belly the size of a V8 engine. Loud, too. And if you changed the oil when you were supposed to, it runs fine, like a well-kept computer, only without the network card. I hate network cards, but not as much as printers. Printers were the most God-awful thing man ever hooked up to a computer. Except for USB flash drives. You plug 'em in, and what to do you get? Crap. Just like butt sex.
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S. N. at 10:47 PM 0 Comments