I couldn’t be bothered to travel to Flagstaff, I was busy writing a mediocre story about a boy who drowns in a wheat field. If I were to have gone anywhere, it would have been Kansas, for research. Also, I would have packed a snorkel. 
Later that night, I got into a nasty row with the girlfriend over whose penis is bigger, mine or hers (mine, obviously). She kicked me out of her house and I skated home and sat on my porch, drinking black coffee and stroking my ego.
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I couldn’t be bothered to travel to Flagstaff, I was busy writing a mediocre story about a boy who drowns in a wheat field. If I were to have gone anywhere, it would have been Kansas, for research. Also, I would have packed a snorkel. 

Later that night, I got into a nasty row with the girlfriend over whose penis is bigger, mine or hers (mine, obviously). She kicked me out of her house and I skated home and sat on my porch, drinking black coffee and stroking my ego.

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