weekendering F*-bags.

what sucks the fullest hardest balls
in the whole entire world?
genocide, probably.
c'mon.
but,
what sucks the second biggest batch of
swollen balls in the whole wide world?
vacationers waiting for seats at restaurants
in the mount washington valley.
word up.
each and every weekend gaytard is up here
waiting for the big dumb super-stupid game.
and in the meantime?
uh-huh they're getting ripsh!t piss-up drunk
and taking up a whole lot of space at all the
local eating establishments and watering holes
whilst watching other other big dumb games-.
yuuuuuuuuuuuuup.
i've got some hate all up in my heart
on a shivering saturday night in the woods, neighbors.
and i had to eat twice as much three times as fast,
just to rinse away the hard-style angst and indigestion
that the hot fiery acid-reflux-spitting reality
of doo-doo buttery sports jersey A*bags brought out
of my 'hood-type ninja bag, y'all.
that's a thing.
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my homeboy matt riordan came up and got activated
on some tattzaps and hang-out time today.
that's always expert, duders.
i mean, yeah,
he is from out of state, and he was out to dinner with us,
but it's cool, friends...
he was with us.
and that's nothing to scoff at when it comes to
judgementalism and considerations.
a free pass was freely given.
and that's even after accepting that
only worthy warriors and/or berserker barbarians
can qualify for an exemption on our List.
yeah.
if we weren't picky,
the List wouldn't matter, right?
you know it.
good times.
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tomorrow,
it's early morning pre-game block printing.
inking up that sh!t,
stamping up the whole joint,
and then tattbombing until kickoff.
the rest of the mountains are pulling a
Ph balanced tim leary tomorrow
(that means no acid, dummies, but extra dropping out)
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leonard cohen is on the stereo,
deep, dark, and depressing.
the perfect lullaby to send us into the good night;
never quiet, never soft.....