If Tomorrow is another day -
What would be the point of living yesterday?
What would be the point of living yesterday?
The present is bad enough.
That concludes the whole point of life – so why bother?
Ahh – easy answer. Because you know Santa does not exist, there is no tooth fairy and you planted Easter eggs in the garden, that have fuck all to do with some Jew boy getting strung up.
But we lucky. I never fancied Marilyn Monroe. Not into blondes.
Ahh – easy answer. Because you know Santa does not exist, there is no tooth fairy and you planted Easter eggs in the garden, that have fuck all to do with some Jew boy getting strung up.
But we lucky. I never fancied Marilyn Monroe. Not into blondes.
Can’t even be bothered to clear my own tube
one handed. Age? No idea – am I
my own psychiatrist?
If I visited one –
she female- would jerk my stick until my head cleared? Or male that tried to
bugger me?Meanwhile – back in the real world – I got the day off.
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