usually i fancy the "new car" smell, but the
scent in his t.blaze is by far my new fav..
man i miss chillin. this one tolerates my
demands for splitting midnight mcflurrys,
gives me rides to the gym, re-writes a
new version of his case study the day it's
due cuz i'm too hungover to do it myself,
continues to talk to me on the phone
despite the snickers from his friends in the
backseat, let's me play that sweet jam by
bad english over and over on the ipod,
tolerates my sass... all of these things
with no chance of ever getting any sexual
favors in return. a friendship that's heaven
sent, i tell ya. i'm currently taking
applications to be his new boo. the
screening process will be rough and
extensive because she will ultimately have
to accept the fact that wild horses couldn't
drag ME away! girls lacking six packs, in
need of nose jobs, and unaware of current
events need not apply. he rocks like a
hurricane and is easy like sunday
morning. come back unscathed, b- i want
whi
Brent is a class act....like it or not he loves to
sport the lacoste shirt and mac on the
fuggliest bitches i have ever seen.......go big
or go home, i guess.
Diane must have been crazy to hire me as
a babysitter. Brent and I would abandon
Linds and Lauren in the house, set metal
bowls of gasoline on fire in the woods,
slip in what we though was human waste
in the storm drains, spectate knife
fights in mott park, play Axl and Slash
in the living room, stay up watching
Beavis and Butthead, videotape
firecrackers exploding in model
airplanes, and roll some sweet yellow
leaves and smoke them at some random
cabin in Holly I think. I wonder why we
named our "band" Spontaneous Combustion?
In later years we matured into allowing
our daily smoked-out female friends to
give us animal nicknames. Mister Sal
would have killed us if he knew we were
under Amanda's bed. I think what I
mistook for a contact buzz was really
just some combined effect of Prodigy and
strobe lights.
B may look like your typical Zach
Morris, but don't be deceived. This
guy will break multiple beds in the
span of one semester, bust out the most
random downloads to play during
intoxication, sing 'ground control' in
his boxers while you're trying to
sleep, and still manage to make it to
class and be a smart boy. His pimpness
has reached international levels and
I'm proud to have been a witness.
scent in his t.blaze is by far my new fav..
man i miss chillin. this one tolerates my
demands for splitting midnight mcflurrys,
gives me rides to the gym, re-writes a
new version of his case study the day it's
due cuz i'm too hungover to do it myself,
continues to talk to me on the phone
despite the snickers from his friends in the
backseat, let's me play that sweet jam by
bad english over and over on the ipod,
tolerates my sass... all of these things
with no chance of ever getting any sexual
favors in return. a friendship that's heaven
sent, i tell ya. i'm currently taking
applications to be his new boo. the
screening process will be rough and
extensive because she will ultimately have
to accept the fact that wild horses couldn't
drag ME away! girls lacking six packs, in
need of nose jobs, and unaware of current
events need not apply. he rocks like a
hurricane and is easy like sunday
morning. come back unscathed, b- i want
whi
sport the lacoste shirt and mac on the
fuggliest bitches i have ever seen.......go big
or go home, i guess.
a babysitter. Brent and I would abandon
Linds and Lauren in the house, set metal
bowls of gasoline on fire in the woods,
slip in what we though was human waste
in the storm drains, spectate knife
fights in mott park, play Axl and Slash
in the living room, stay up watching
Beavis and Butthead, videotape
firecrackers exploding in model
airplanes, and roll some sweet yellow
leaves and smoke them at some random
cabin in Holly I think. I wonder why we
named our "band" Spontaneous Combustion?
In later years we matured into allowing
our daily smoked-out female friends to
give us animal nicknames. Mister Sal
would have killed us if he knew we were
under Amanda's bed. I think what I
mistook for a contact buzz was really
just some combined effect of Prodigy and
strobe lights.
Wow that really makes us sound like
Flint trash.
Morris, but don't be deceived. This
guy will break multiple beds in the
span of one semester, bust out the most
random downloads to play during
intoxication, sing 'ground control' in
his boxers while you're trying to
sleep, and still manage to make it to
class and be a smart boy. His pimpness
has reached international levels and
I'm proud to have been a witness.