well not everybody lovin menudo.i could do sum farafella [bowties] chorizo sour cream yellow onions country sausage horseradish n dried tomatoes.the other junks mandatory.yer right tho rubin might be bad at mandolin.lets put him in a mariachi suit n you can keep him for the night.just 60 bucks sister i promise.he might need extra but yknow bills n stuff. thats cost honest.
So either you are going to be atop Mt. Everest... or working in a geographical suppliers as a mascot impaled on a globe?
i will be servicin senaters from idaho at rest stops. hey,,, look at this fuckin mouth. you know ya wanna fuck my mouth. fuck my mouth now shovit in my ass!golden gate park. no senaters.now cmon mister.if i was a patriot ide be suckin off republikans at reststops.fuck nationalism. how well n completely am i fucked up my shitter as a man in america sir? well son bend over n find out. taxation without representation.i cant afford a car never learned how to drive(between GTA not the game) i havent impregnated random sisters.im gay shoot blanks or behave sensibly.ok so what have my taxes paid for?protection of my business?nope fuckit i gotta wee. i really gotta wee ghandi park.
Northern Canada. Probably defending my property against radioactive mutant Americans who somehow make it across the border in search of something to eat. x
fuck you sir i wont eat your cat. might pop it in to hear its piteous mewlings and enjoy my dominance of a weaker species. but i wont swallow i promise.
Realistically, I have no idea. I've always thought that what was important in life was not the destination, but the journey... Therefore, I cannot answer this question.
as unrealistic as the past ten years have been for this planet, any guess other then right where i am if my landlord is still alive too and the house don't fall down would be a totally wild one. and even that is of course by no means certain. 60% chance of being right where i am (i think i was here ten years ago too), 40% chance of no effing idea what so ever. i hope i'm good for another ten, but i could be pushing up daisies too. =^^= .../\...
Ten years from now.....I know I will be a teacher. Other than that I hope to have a house, maybe a family. I'm still not sure if I want to get married.
i will own my own bar, i have no idea what i'm going to do honest at my age i'm so fucking young 10 yrs from now anything can fucking happen, but i know that i want to own my own bar by the time i'm 25 and if i have money i may very well still be in school in 10 yrs my love life is rocky at best so i'm not gonna make any assumptions about where i'll be with that i may be a psychologist, i may be a teacher, i may still be a bartender, i may be married, i may have a few kids, i may be on the other side of the world not knowing where i'll be in 10 yrs is what keeps me going
probably either traveling in a van or trainhopping, busking and selling hemp bracelets to get food, beer, and weed.
In ten years, I will be 30, so I assume by then Dan and I will surely have had our wedding and I'll probably have a couple of brats. I hope I'll be a stay-at-home mom, too, but such is the dream of many but the reality of few these days.