I'm poor. Financially, at least. rich enough am i to say that i'm a happy bloke/dude/man/fucker and even if They offered me a fistfull o' dolores(the spanish pronunciation of dollars, not the woman's name...though the idea of being offered a fistful of a grown woman as incentive is pretty funny) i'd still wipe my ass with the letterhead of the contract for a goddamn business ruining mind numbing Reality SHOW...gah.
did i mention the ranting?
more to follow, gym first.
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