tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727044675032200427.post6914974460107663103..comments2008-07-22T10:05:28.463-05:00DCScraphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06109944563728433069noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727044675032200427.post-16878754947515692392008-07-22T10:05:00.000-05:002008-07-22T10:05:00.000-05:00that's the guile of this chick, no matter how many times she climbs her way in to my pants (metaphorically speaking), that mullet, gravely strip club dj voice, and ripped shirts will always be just around the corner. and it's not even ripped shirts in a good way, cause you know as soon as that tattered mess of prop hits the floor yer getting smack in the face with a folding chair. i guess what iam saying is, go for it but i reckon a weathered eye for yellow t-shirts be needed.boblablanoreply@blogger.com