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taylor-garritt
American I like to write good things, and read good things and be outside as much as possible
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Dog days fly dust to dust over a hick pit sardined between corona bikinis that house the unmistakable stench of lukewarm apple sauce in the c-cup padding and toothless ******** sitting indian style. Graveled friction fading the back pockets of their overall dungarees. Amongst them a settler on their native turf accepting a Jim Beam peace pipe while above the influence commercials march in protest claiming fried egg consequences from engaging in the act. The culture shock is worth the weekly once-in-a-lifetime chance to sip the tabasco-glazed opening of my chemistry teacher’s flask while he schools me in perfecting the cotton eyed joe. A muffler spontaneously combusts, melting the raybans off the face of a tragically hip spectator taunted with “that’s why dad named you Joe Dirt.”
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Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 11:44 PM UTC
taylor-garritt
Same Bat Time, Same Bat Channel
Dog days fly dust to dust over a hick pit sardined between corona bikinis that house the unmistakable stench of lukewarm apple sauce in the c-cup padding and toothless ******** sitting indian style. Graveled friction fading the back pockets of their overall dungarees. Amongst them a settler on their native turf accepting a Jim Beam peace pipe while above the influence commercials march in protest claiming fried egg consequences from engaging in the act. The culture shock is worth the weekly once-in-a-lifetime chance to sip the tabasco-glazed opening of my chemistry teacher’s flask while he schools me in perfecting the cotton eyed joe. A muffler spontaneously combusts, melting the raybans off the face of a tragically hip spectator taunted with “that’s why dad named you Joe Dirt.”
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