Monday, November 12, 2012
"and talk about the weather"
Frankly, you don't always reap what you fucking sow. Sometimes fucking bunnies come down and fuck with what you've fucking worked on. But in the end it's up to you, whether you're gonna let them fucking bunnies mess with you again, or are you gonna show them not to ever fuck with you, ever again. Unless of course, you have too many fucking whys to live that you can bear almost any bunny fuck and find meaning in each bunny fuck.
This time, I prefer to have them cajun-baked. No offense, Frank.