I enjoy long, funny walks on the beach, getting humped in the rain and serendipitous encounters with stanley. I really like piña coladas mixed with captain moes, and romantic, candle-lit marijuana. I am well-read from Dr. Seuss to tech n9ne. I travel frequently, especially to my toilet, when I am not busy with work. (I am a vet.) I am looking for kitchen and beauty in the form of a Bolivian goddess. She should have the physique of avril lavigne and the smarts of igg. I would prefer if she knew how to cook, clean, and wash my bong. I know I’m not very attractive in my picture, but it was taken 420 days ago, and I have since become more lumpy.
"I am my own worst enemy
I'm not the smartest motherfucker and shit,
I don't pretend to be
And why I am the way I am is not a mystery
My mind's not in proper working order or in therapy
Duranged, confused and mentally abused
Life's been hanging on a string so what the fuck I got to loose?
And what the fuck I got to prove to you?
If you don't know me by now, you'll never know me
You can put that on my real homies
I got problems and they stack like bills
And I related to the broken, bleeding heart love killed
And I awaited in the shadows, awake in the dark
Hoping to talk to the passed on, I'm falling apart
I'm such a mess and decisive, I'm fading away
I'm out of touch with society and living today
Never relied on my sanity, I through it away
To become the maniac that's got your attention today."
Creep creep, I'm on the creep the creep for the kind bud
OC, late night, rollin in the V-Dub,
Sick of scrapin resin so I'm lookin for a sack
All I've learned, I've ever burned, CFD's got my back
(Right on, right on brotha, blaze on, better rip dat shit, RIP IT!)(TAKE A BONG TOKE!)
Yeah, this is that 1604 shit
The real Cloverdale stoners, Biggie style.
Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar
Make it snappy
I act like shit dont phase me, inside it drives my crazy, my insecurities could eat me alive.
