- Published:November 10th, 2008
- Comments:2 Comments
- Category:Human Nature
- Rating:
4.00/5, 2 votes
Loading ...Guess what? Yeah Im getting pissed, nothing new there. This is quick note to everyone who was in the habit of saying “It doesn’t feel like fall” well eat my balls, try raking the leaves in my yard you happy,smiley motherfuckers . Oh well at least it gave another reason to drink(like I needed any) Cheers to all you faithful. By the way its -2 degrees celcuis. 27 degrees fahreheit to you yanks, and 270 kelvin to silly motherfuckers. LATE.
P.S. good luck to all in the contest. FREE BOOZE IS STILL FREE BOOZE.
2 Comments
i’m from louisana, and my friend i agree about those God awful leaves, i have experience. Tonight i’ll sing dixie for you!
trust the americans to hate leaves, in england we love leaves, green sturdy robust thriving or decaying we love them, we rake them, blow them, make them into potent fertile compost, leaves are beautiful. they are the lungs of the univers they give us nitrigen by which we live, they are delicate fronds of loveliness which shade us fro harsh sunlight, they cast shadown rays of pure joy on our walls, and when they are hurt, they burn, they burn because you insist on not watering them or brush your toxix costumes against their velvety and sexual surfaces, they us texture, tactile sensory experiences which transform us, and i might graciously add they have the power which you dont have, of chemically communicvating with each other aqbout threats to their nature.
they are lovelies of the human experience, disregared them at your peril you vile antileaf and be gone to your plastic digital world of virtuaql
shininess. begone with reflection that those leaves you must depise may one day save your life.