Sunday, July 10, 2011

hope you are happy up there mitch





You know, I'm sick of following my dreams, man. I'm just going to ask where they're going and hook up with 'em later.




One time, this guy handed me a picture of him. He said, "Here's a picture of me when I was younger." Every picture is of you when you were younger. "Here's a picture of me when I'm older.", "You son of a bitch! How'd you pull that off? Let me see that camera!"




I think Pringles' original intention was to make tennis balls, but on the day the rubber was supposed to show up a truckload of potatoes came. Pringles is a laid-back company, so they just said, "F*ck it, cut em up!"



I got two straws here, in case one breaks down. You know Crazy Straws, they go all over the place? These f*ckin' straws are sane. They never lost their minds. They said, "We're going straight to the mouth. That f*cker who takes a while to get there? He's crazy."



I tried to walk into target, but I missed. Damn.


I had a stick of CareFree gum, but it didn't work. I felt pretty good while I was blowing that bubble, but as soon as the gum lost its flavor, I was back to pondering my morality.















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