Gravy Train

Posted: April 7, 2011 in Uncategorized

Five years ago,

these happy bastards ruined my life 


That was me (no really, this is the library of my school), except… I was in the row over, and on the second floor, and the sun wunnit shinin’, and the floors didn’t look that good…

… with her bitching, as always, trying not to poison anything, but plagiarizing away… (genuine pain is inauthentic)

…I was bored…  … in Baltimore… and I needed to get laid,

so I learned a little magic trick  

…and thought to ask, “Excuse me, but… what’s in your pants?”


…I got laid… somewhat unscathed.

But my mind had been exposed

to the happy bastard brigade


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