I've just resigned myself to live by a simple mantra, a$$, grass or cash no one rides for free... It has solved everything.
Row,row row yo Bubs, gently down the stream... Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily....life is but a dream!
What a defective millenial poseur tool. What, mommy wasn't there to change your diaper & give you her nightly deep, long, wet French smooch...? She was! And now she's off with the stud. And now, ugh, we are forced to endure you freaking out in print because she's out with Seldom & bent over the hood of his thang. You are what is generously termed a poseur, bubba buoy. You act normal. You post seemingly thoughtful, insightful treads & such. Butt. Deep down when your cat turns off the night light, you suffer. Yes, you suffer because who knows why, daddy left you & your dysfunctional fam & mummy likes to get you going when snuggling, ugh, butt you suffer. And then you post your drivel, aqui. No bueno bubba lips. No bueno.
Love is the most powerful force in the universe!!! Don't ever forget that my friends the ultimate is better than awesome sex, but not as great as the perfect wave. peace and waves
"Not cool" As if you are the arbiter of cool, millennial twitamongous. Stop stroking it & start living it, whatever you do stop putting your public flagellation (look it up) on display - - this ain't your FB or Instagram or snapchiiite. Bottom line...? Your angst is nothing new to this world and it is of about the same interest as your navel is to you: an item of fascination to the juvenile mind, but utterly useless beyond that. Grow up.
Dem mellenialls... they wouldn't know cool if it slapped them upside their instagramming twittering facebooking mugs with a wet pu$$y and a 8 foot A frame! Kooks!
