RV #2
Dear Steven Albarran,
I thought we were friends man. I would constantly go to bed afraid of the boogie man & co. until I met you. And now? You're leaving me all alone on the second RV? I feel like Gandalf when Saruman spooned his ass. Like Pete when the Beatles spooned his ass. Like Muhammad Ali when the US government spooned his ass. You have spooned my ass. I'm spooned. Once upon a time, only Biznacker spooned me. Now you too? Shit! I'm in a pickle here.
Dado que solo son amigos míos los que estarían llendo a Coachella en la RV2, supongo que se cancela ese plan en su totalidad. Tendré que darle las malas nuevas a mi cuate.
Y como (hopefully) dirá Jarvis Cocker en Coachella, "dance, drink and screw; because there's nothing else to do."
I thought we were friends man. I would constantly go to bed afraid of the boogie man & co. until I met you. And now? You're leaving me all alone on the second RV? I feel like Gandalf when Saruman spooned his ass. Like Pete when the Beatles spooned his ass. Like Muhammad Ali when the US government spooned his ass. You have spooned my ass. I'm spooned. Once upon a time, only Biznacker spooned me. Now you too? Shit! I'm in a pickle here.
Dado que solo son amigos míos los que estarían llendo a Coachella en la RV2, supongo que se cancela ese plan en su totalidad. Tendré que darle las malas nuevas a mi cuate.
Y como (hopefully) dirá Jarvis Cocker en Coachella, "dance, drink and screw; because there's nothing else to do."
posted by Fernbashket at
22:18
1 Comments:
Dude, fern, we are friends bro. q pedo? de q hablas? I will be carousing around the two Rvs... spooning with each deserving soul... I dont give two chicken shits where i sleep, as long as im in the comforting nook of my bros
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