word once i fell down the stairs at work with a handtruck loaded up with 6 sleeves of ice that was intense
broken bones writen all over it. i can remember being burned on the stove, being scalled by boiling water, being cut by large butcher knifes. oh and having a shot gun pointed at me by a crazy cook from boston who i could barly understand. me and him ran that shit
piggy dies [/b][/quote] so does simon. poor guy ps. i feel ya on the no friends lol...i have like...8. but only 2, yes 2, that i actually care about and like hangin out with. theyre my fuckin bros
I'm going to have to visit the hospital if I don't feel any better tomorrow, I swear to god if I have mono I'm a fucking sucker because I didn't even get it kissing.