I can't fit my fist in my mouth, I can't open jars with my feet, I think I forgot the quadratic equation, I produced an album for a Dallas band, I never learned to roll a joint which means I'll never roll the world's greatest joint, my last names is Holmes but my first name is not Sherlock or John, my obituary that I pre-wrote says I never accomplished anything of note and that even though I'm probably in Hell it's still a better place for me, and despite being incredibly dumb and cold-hearted I won't be the next president from Texas.
4 comments:
I can put my fist in my mouth... sorry to rub it in.
"that's hot"
You can't roll a joint? What is this, third grade?
sorry i'm not some hippie stoner. and why would i need to roll one in the fourth grade?
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