one time, me and my buddies smoked some pot in some woods (like, a mile away from the school, out of sight of roads and paths and shit) anyways, the next day, my civics teacher was bitching about bad people and ruining your lives.. he said something about hanging out in the woods smoking dope... i got so paranoid... i think he might have smelt my fear... but to continue the story, every friday he says "dont do anything i wouldnt do. that means you too kurkass" and so i said to him "so i cant sell my body on our backwater town's only street to support my heroin addiction?" he paused and then said "kurkass, i hope you're joking" i gave him the hugest smile EVER.
i know he wants my body... he played soccer in highschool. he has to be gay. and to be completely honest, hes not that bad lookin... then again, i really dont know the standards.. lol
Pat her on the head, give her a cookie and hot milk and puke blood all over her. Then sacrificer her in a blood ritual for the Horned God, singing Y.M.C.A. from the Village People in an uneartly frenzied trance of unholy grimness, and don't forget to do the little dance that goes with it.
i say you slip her some roofies... have your way, and get addicted to meth. not nessicarily in that order.
no wait! do the achy-breaky heart dance naked while singing praise to the divine hair comb and stabbing yourself repeatedly with a junkies old needle.
i dont know u but why dont ya ask her wut she means by "down hill" ? i think u should ask urself what would have happened if the Ten Commandments were multiple choice? ...anyway what's this string on my finger for?