from all the drinking: one thing is for sure: i'm gonna geet me a goo' nigh' sleep! ye-ha! i can't be bothered talking about BMI mind you: the excess calories of alcohol intake don't really allow you to toast a hamburger bun and talk video games: whether lean or fatty-butch-Sammy; i'm really starting to see an uncorrelative pattern emerging... i don't know what people (a) who eat too much are talking about and i don't know (b) what gym-enthusiasts are banging on: it can't be that... no?! they actually mean to compete with: see down a 100m stretch in under ten breaths?! really... but you know something when a black guy says it in school: more cushion for the pushin'... **** right, esp. if she's a puerto rican mid-life crysis wreck willing to **** in front of you into a bowl while giggling that you want to perform oral *** on her... **** floats like a butterfly by then... an actual ride on a ridicule giggle is worth the diamonds twice over on ridicule needing to be summoned in a public spectalce... a man looking at a laughing shadow is all it every time becomes... in a space not worth contesting for a stage: like a bedroom... or a brothel of Onan that's his bathroom... hey... ***** ate fish: i ate ****... point being i'm quasi-urban living in a nocturnal environment of the count-tree asking: ich da verwackeln? ja, mein ist! how do you tell the best jokes in english? talk a bitwenig aus doy: czcz: did i tell you the first part means milking in a slavic tongue? oh right... because that doesn't matter when California cool was nothing more than colegioespañol? nio nio: n y c m 4... Kenni gets a rap applause, Niggy gets a rap encore: i get what? a ******* mailing stamp on a tongue with a blank envelope?! if you every get as chubby as i have from drinking: you'll counter argue: but i'm also fasting... 1 meal a day and that's 100ml are worth over 200kcal... how does that even cling to your body? sure as **** it didn't cling via a doughnut... but i can boom-rat that sort of fact without having to mind the consequences of: pretending.... because what sort of idiot would buy a litre of liquor a day and bargain for: perception is everything? isn't it already certain that i'd rather pour milk down a drain than a bottle of ***** down a toilet rather than down my own gob? only people who are moaning ******* can't enjoy alcohol... to be honest... all the wisdom i've ever learned is worth only these words: freund: wenn sie nicht kann saufen: tun nicht saufen... i know that's bulgar ***** german but it's worth more than the current german politico climate, basically: friend! if you can't drink! don't drink! reiterated: it makes us (who drink) look like idiots. most of the time it's like going to a concept of nation in a multicultural outbred polity of the urbane trying to introduce a cousin... or worse still: a sister... the first thing, and last thing i think about is either custard, or cranyons... easier that way: quicker to spark a hard-on.