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The Las Vegas Pictures Are Finally Up! Go There Now!
A shake? You don't know what yer gettin'.
I saw an uzi tonight, and I think the cop had it pointed at me for a split second, but one can never be so sure. This detective whips it out (not It - gosh, you're still on that one) at this school violence seminar. I wasn't paying too much attention up until that point, except of course when the girl sitting next to me began to start asking questions. There were over 200 people there. Who asks questions in a room that big? I didn't want to get caught schlepping off, so I'd have to quickly hide the fact that I was reading a book, and sit up and look attentive and knowledgeable. I'd shake or nod my head, put my fingers underneath my chin, squint my eyes, and the like. Kind of like Costanza when he used to just look really mad so people would think he was working. I used to do that on planes alot, too, so people would leave me alone.
I also shaved the "beard" last night, which kind of sucks. I should've kept it, but I know it looked terrible. I'm seriously wondering if I'm ever going to be able to grow some decent facial hair. So far, the answer is a resounding "no". My shit comes in all patchy and splatchy, and looking like someone slapped me a few times with a sticky, short-haired cat's tail. Not appealing, but I still maintain that I need something there to separate my chin from my neck. It's all this big, white blotch. There's pictures on the side. See for yourself. Just keep in mind that we chose those pictures for their obvious lack of beauty, unlike other sites that fool you into thinking they look normal. We wanted to look ugly, that's our story and we're all sticking to it.
If you want to see something else that's fucking nasty, CLICK HERE. Just prepare to quickly look away. It's supposed to be offensive. They live down the street. We'll all be out drinking tomorrow night. I hope something like this doesn't happen, but it wouldn't be anything different. I walked into our neighbor Grant's room tonight, and who was sitting there on the bed, with no pants on? Matt. What the fuck is with this shit? Even I walked out of the shower tonight, dripping wet with no clothes on. Al wasn't too pleased. I talked to him for a few seconds in the kitchen, but that was about it. I went to my room and put some clothes on and then hiked it over to that ridiculous seminar.
The Las Vegas Pictures Are Finally Up! Go There Now!
A shake? You don't know what yer gettin'.
I saw an uzi tonight, and I think the cop had it pointed at me for a split second, but one can never be so sure. This detective whips it out (not It - gosh, you're still on that one) at this school violence seminar. I wasn't paying too much attention up until that point, except of course when the girl sitting next to me began to start asking questions. There were over 200 people there. Who asks questions in a room that big? I didn't want to get caught schlepping off, so I'd have to quickly hide the fact that I was reading a book, and sit up and look attentive and knowledgeable. I'd shake or nod my head, put my fingers underneath my chin, squint my eyes, and the like. Kind of like Costanza when he used to just look really mad so people would think he was working. I used to do that on planes alot, too, so people would leave me alone.
I also shaved the "beard" last night, which kind of sucks. I should've kept it, but I know it looked terrible. I'm seriously wondering if I'm ever going to be able to grow some decent facial hair. So far, the answer is a resounding "no". My shit comes in all patchy and splatchy, and looking like someone slapped me a few times with a sticky, short-haired cat's tail. Not appealing, but I still maintain that I need something there to separate my chin from my neck. It's all this big, white blotch. There's pictures on the side. See for yourself. Just keep in mind that we chose those pictures for their obvious lack of beauty, unlike other sites that fool you into thinking they look normal. We wanted to look ugly, that's our story and we're all sticking to it.
If you want to see something else that's fucking nasty, CLICK HERE. Just prepare to quickly look away. It's supposed to be offensive. They live down the street. We'll all be out drinking tomorrow night. I hope something like this doesn't happen, but it wouldn't be anything different. I walked into our neighbor Grant's room tonight, and who was sitting there on the bed, with no pants on? Matt. What the fuck is with this shit? Even I walked out of the shower tonight, dripping wet with no clothes on. Al wasn't too pleased. I talked to him for a few seconds in the kitchen, but that was about it. I went to my room and put some clothes on and then hiked it over to that ridiculous seminar.
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