I would like you (another you, a different you, perhaps even me) to stop screwing for a month or two. You screw so much and with so little regard for the act it seems like you are drinking methadone out of OPP.
I'm going to try to tell people the stuff I want them to know right now. This might be cheesy but, what the fuck, I don’t have time to worry about what you think, I'm fucking dying (slowly).
AOL exists to make a buck. I don't begrudge that. I'm out here on the track selling p**y every day to pay my own bills for the same reason. Pimpin ain’t easy, but it's necessary.(note: I'm not actually a pimp).
Just imagine, you want to buy a nice pair of shoes from Urban Outfitters online, but you can't. You have to face how pathetic you feel being in your thirties and actually entering the store.
Remember how fucked up things used to be for the Jews? I know they aren't perfect now, but remember that weird thing in Germany? Yeah, that. Now, imagine if text message technology existed back then. Not one Je...
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What do you get when you combine a stellar cast (Viggo Mortensen, Charlize Theron) with a story adapted from an American master's finest work (Cormac McCarthy's The Road) and a score composed by one of the leg...