This is where I barfed hard. It was in my buddy Greg’s back yard. He hit me and my head’s still scarred. And my hair is full of fucking lard.
I know wheelbarrow-loads of cash can soothe all kinds of sores, but just how much money would it take to make an entire planet full of people laughing at you feel OK?
Daamn. A big hunk of camembert. That’s gone off…but not in a good way.