we all have boogers
and only some of us are
good at spelling.
I not good at math.
and
I really don't know how the stock market works.
dumb smart kids,
but...
gosh darn it all.
I kicked a guy out my bar
a month ago
because he kept talking shit about the Orlando Magic.
inre: we all have limits/pride.
the digger is nicked and forelorn for casualties over pop culture lunch for two for fifty dollars and a wallet full of wine.
over and out.
I love forever it.
now I figure I'd go north or west or on a date.