Visors are hats for people that like getting ripped off.
Whatever happened to free love, man? Now I’m paying ten, fifteen dollars for it.
My favorite part of the newspaper is the fun little stories about the dead people and their relatives.
There’s nothing better than a wishing fountain. Go ahead, idiots, keep throwing your cash away. Old Creed will make those wishes come true.
Do you remember where I parked my van?
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