January 2012
91 posts
THE YEAR 2080
child: mommy i can't sleep
mother: don't worry child. lay down as i sing you this ancient lullaby, passed on through my family for generations
mother: RACK CITY BITCH RACK RACK CITY BITCH
theballadofthewindfish:
Today I showed my friend a cut on my hand and asked if it looked infected. He said maybe I should put some alcohol on it. Alcohol. ALCOHOL????? SO I STOOD UP AND PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE AND THEN DRANK HIS TEARS AND SAID “I’M STRAIGHT FUCKIN EDGE I’LL SEE YOU IN THE FUCKIN PIT.”