so i decided that if i want to get fucked more, i need to lose my beer gut, which means i need to stop drinking beer, which would be like telling some circle k clerk that they suck at their job. that is to say that they may be mildly offended but really they don't give a fuck about what you have to say and they will just keep on stalking those liters of cola and pretend that your getting a special hand shake from your worst enemy in the back ally of a del taco in San Diego. basically, i like beer. it is soo god. and good. good god, that shit is legit. and god.
anyways i'm just sick on life right about now. which is not true. i love this crazy place called me. but i need to figure some more things out before my parents and all of my friends decide to chuck me off a cliff like that little dead baby i saw at St. Helens. beer guts are just plain annoying. why can't i drink beer and that be the end of it? beer goes in, beer goes out, beer guts are not real, just like reality and how it is not actually real.
i'm really happy about going back intodewilde tomorrow. I'm going spelunking. neat, hu?! did you know, that if you are ever stuck in the cold, cold world that your life would be if you were lost in the woods during a below freezing situation, you could find a cave and you could be saved. no really, cave temperature is usually close to the average annual temperature of the outside climate. cave temperatures tend to be higher than the temperature of the above ground environment, which means you would be less likely to freeze to death inside a cave during a frightening, frigid freeze over. you might die of starvation or dehydration, but whatever.
good god. i need a safety head check meeting and some of this... http://www.vbs.tv/watch/americana/the-taxidermist
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