I'd like to think I'd be all "HAHAHA MOTHERFUCKERS IM GONNA SHOOT YOU ALL", but in all honesty I'd probably just roll a nice blunt, light a small fire on a riverbank somewhere and watch my last sunset. Wash that down with a bottle of bundy, and just drift away.
I lost my last relationship, a beautiful girl who I was with for almost 3 and a half year, and lost my virginity to, because I was spending every cent I had on drugs. And to be perfectly honest, I don't even care.
I live in a heavily suburban area, guns are 100% out of the question. Firing at the crows with anything gives the possibly chance of a wayward shot and breaking a surrounding house's window. I also live in a complex, which has a strict 'no pets' rule:facepalm: I've tried a number of deterrents, but none have worked. Time…
I semi-thought about this today haha. On my way to paying off a dealer I noticed a reasonably large chick in a tye dye shirt. I thought to myself "fuck me, if I was really desperate, she probably wouldn't say no, being a huge whale and all." The thought was wiped from my mind when I was almost hit by a car when turning a…
Just don't use my tactic of 'ride your bike around and try to work out where he lives, as you were already tripping pretty hard when you bought those 2g of speed' Seriously, I have no idea where this guy lives. It's fucked.
Breaking Bad is the only show I've ever cared enough about to actually go out and buy the DVDs. I fucking love it. Season four isn't out here in Australia yet :(
Yeah, they'd definitely be able to hear it. You could always ask them, but then that opens the possibility of them saying "we're sick of it, don't do it again."
Extemist parents are never good, whether they're lesbian, feminist, vego, vegan or whatever. Kids will turn out fucked. The only honest exceptiont to that rule I've seen is gay (male) parents. They always seem to have kids that turn out ok.
I've got coriander, and have failed at fennel. I much prefer to grow fruit now though, but my backyard is fucking tiny, so all my fruit trees are in pots:(
It's worse when they make shit up to try and justify their ever-failing argument. I actually had one friend who would turn it back around and act like he was agreeing with you the whole time, and that you must've been confused. Cunts.
Well yeah, these pics are pretty late. We've had some warmer weather here, and a great runof small trevally, so I haven't had time to grab the pics. Better late than never and all that.
I suppose I'd consider myself agnostic. I'm not fully religious, however, I do believe in a higher power. Every now and again I'll even pray, but only in extreme situations, in which prayer seems to be an emotional 'last stand' when all other options are exhausted. There are things on this earth that can not be explained…
Mint is probably the easiest herb to grow, as it can get out of control easily. This can obviously be both a blessing and a curse. Parsely, chillies, thyme and rosemary are all simple to grow, at least in an Australian climate.
Will post pics today! Was gonna try to op it last night, but there's still cops and red tape fucking everywhere. I dunno if anyone was hurt, but I don't think they were.
IT'S THE FUCKING LEBOS. I HATE FUCKING LEBOS. Thankfully, we're not getting fucked in the ass where I am yet. I'm sick of cunts coming to our country and treating it like fucking shit. Anyway, Trent From Punchy pretty much sums up most of the people I know.
Destroy the cluser mailbox and call the cops saying you saw your niehgbours doing it? Do they often have trouble with the police? It could make more of these ideas more believable.
I'm probably gonna just sit around home for a bit, unless I get the 'all goods' on a one night trip to a 380 acre property we go to often to camp. Not quite sure I can be bothered at this stage though.
I'll generally be in either: -Jeans, a t-shirt (normally a metal/hardcore band) and a flanny or hoodie -Boardies, a t shirt or singlet Generally my clothes are all dirty and stink of fire, sweat and red wine, so I don't really get laid as often as I'd like to.
Wow, his mum has a pretty big cock. Anyway, I can't complain about my life. I went through a pretty rough patch about a month ago, but from there I picked myself up and stopped being a pussy. School holidays at the moment, just got back from a camping trip, and might be going on another one tomorrow night. So yeah, my life…