
I need more talc I guess.

You are my nemisis. Fedora and sneakers, together? Makes vomit start to form in my mouth. Why would I want to re-visit the BK's with day-glow laces? I got rid of in the 3rd grade.
Skinny jeans make everyone look fat except crack-heads. If I needed some help to look more obese than I already am, I would wear bike-shorts and a half tee. There is no function left anymore.
Play on your I-phone and wonder if mediocrity is supposed to feel this good. Let's be hip and live in a loft. I can be defined by a thirty by thirty cell full of crap. Hipster-ism is a prison state popularized by your music television and a man with a pony-tail and and bedazzled jacket.
You could see me crying, but my bangs are in front of my eyes. I hate the "fashion". I would ignore it but they place the 700 page book of mind-control advertisements right in front of the check out register. That way I am thoroughly nauseated while I am trying to buy building supplies and basic nourishment.

Cucumbers, carrots, peppers, spinach, mustard, peas and dill. Citrus bushes. Maybe some grapes.
I need 40 acres and mule. I guess I would settle for 20 acres and a donkey or a really short horse. Now let's cross our fingers for rain.

Screw all that sock-hop crap with vintage cars. Ugly girls with bangs and too much time and money spent on clothes and hair. All that wasted energy to have some jackass start singing "go grease lighting..." I want a bike. Who's got 6k for me.
Ed Roth always makes a cartoon look tough. Mine never look that tough. Screw that guy.
Bootie shorts: not the best thing on earth but close to it. I am totally copyrighting that for a bumber sticker.
Now I want to go home and watch the Wild Angels or Werewolves on Wheels put on my cut and drink some early times. I think I rambling. I will stop now.
Minus the fact I feel awful. I had a wheat grass shot at lunch and feel somewhat better. Can't wait to get the bars on and do some ridin, bra. By the power of juice.
My next step is to switch to straight small engine oil.
I have come to fuck up your pillows! Stay Greasy!
It just wouldn't turn over. Then I realized that it was low on tejano. Sure enough. I turned up the stereo, and the truck turned over. I wish they put a gauge to tell how much tejano is left. That is just a tip from one South Texas car guy to another.




What do you do when you are finished giving yourself a perm and you have extra. Let the whole family in on the fun. I guess they all wanted to look like Beast from The Beauty and The Beast TV series. The nice things about that look is that he can share eye liner with his wife. The 80's. No one got away without a few bad memories.
