My friend asked me if i wanted to lay out or go water skiing, and thats when i realized that i dint want to answer this question and or any other aquatic sports question and i didn't want to see any of these people again. Next thing I new I went nuts.
Yo you fucking bitches, me and thony are hammered and we say FUCK YOU!!!
thats all, god night fuckers.
'DUDE, don't fart on my bed!!!!' In response to me ripping ass on some random rock at the top of blackomb - Kye Peterson
I quit, for personal reasons, and I realized I need to shave my ass before anyone sucks me off.
We had a dog named Fritz, but he died. We cremated him and he's in a small box in the kitchen, in fact he's right behind me on a shelf next to a bronze apple award my mom won for volunteering at my grade school. I thinks its kinda creepy, but my mom doesn't have the heart to bury the little fellow. Fritz was a weiner dog, but one of the big hairy kinds, he smelled like cheese, somehow that was related to an ear infection that he got from my dad throwing him in our swimming pool. He was a good dog. Good dog Fritzy, good boy.