kid broke his brain and his bike seat and now his tibia but its probably all his whore mothers fault
Tibia still swollen but healing, bike is long gone brain is suspect whore mother only partially responsible for the horrible upbringing that has produced who I am today. My father wanted a son, my mother wanted a son to make him happy but really wanted a daughter, the son who looked too much like his mom was rejected by his father only to be raised by his mother who wanted a daughter (or gay son either would suffice) because his mother is probably gay and so our shining star fell through the cracks of Life and shines much less brightly than before but is faintly shining still... Moronic biological dad could have smiled and hugged his kid once and meant it, this might have exposed said broken brain to serotonin and dopamine in a healthy fashion before hard drugs did. Drunken step father could have done a lot better but step child was just baggage that needed to be ignored, problems sometimes disappear you know...and then here I am...alive in this stellar world of ours
tags-408druff? ok...so anyway I still can't figure out how to browse SR. help appreciated, I can figure it out just that the browser is sooooooooooooooooooooooosllllllllllllllllowwwwwwww wwwwwwwwwwwww it fucking kills me. like literally wreaks havoc on my cardiovascular system kind of kills me. watching paint dry, reading willie's posts is that a clear enough picture? why can't we all just have russian mobsters on rotary to get whatever it is that we need that day? would be so nice.
dave was so poor he called his walk home from school the trail of tears until the local indian hit him with a whiskey bottle and told him to change the name
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