Inventor of excuses and other things. Do it tomorrow!
First, do no harm, and then do whatever else seems like the thing to do at the time.
Inventor of excuses and other things. Do it tomorrow!
First, do no harm, and then do whatever else seems like the thing to do at the time.
Here's to pretty much anyone and anything I don't get along with someday vanishing up its own ass. I say this slightly because I'm still residually spiteful on account of the devil's mouthwash, and more the fact that I find such a phrase to be fucking hilarious.
I can scarcely imagine something vanishing up its own ass, but my best bet is that it's like a sea cucumber taking on a non-euclidean configuration, and then with an audible *pop*, it just disappears, ass and all, into thin fucking air.
I hate tequila in a spite-fuck sense that I'll drink it just to remind myself how much I hate it.
Probably as much as I love anything, I hate tequila. The more I drink it, the less I have left to love about life, and the easier it is to drink. Before long, everything is tequila, and you can smell it in the air around you, like satan's ass-crack.
Here's to the goddamn agave plant someday vanishing up its own ass and going on to bother another plane of existence where I'm not around, damn it.
Try to make a move on bae while you're watching a movie together on the couch, unfortunately it's a bridge too far.
Drove down to the Keys but now you're lost because you went a bridge too far.
Went to the dentist and now you're broke, it was a bridge too far.
Getting owned by the ghost of Omar Sharif while playing cards. That's just bridge, but am I taking this too far?
Just for completion...