Perfunctory....

[brotherdoobie]

What a pissy little way of getting by. GTFO please...



-bd :snooty:

[brotherdoobie]

Doesn't the amount of abuse and harshness that you endure every single fucking day, wear thin, at all? Bob, Close your mouth for once...Then open it for once...and stand up for yourself. Insist - that this will be the last pair of expensive Italian pants, that you're willing to wear holes in the knees of.

I can't stand the cloying scent of your perfume, you greased back ponytail fuck. Hell, I can't stand you at all, but don't go down like a complete dupe, man.

When the old man dies...he's not leaving you the company. You're a vulture waiting to starve. A cliche in Gucci. That is all.

Get out while the getting is good.


-bd :dabs:

[brotherdoobie]

I shouldn't write tonight. I'm corny, drunk, like.

[brotherdoobie]

and making little sence.


-bd

[brotherdoobie]

I'm playing to the dead. I'm making more seance.

[brotherdoobie]

The dead being I.

You know me.

[brotherdoobie]

You down with OPP. Yeah you know me.

[brotherdoobie]

Bob was fired. Fired by his father. Justice for all.


-bd :happy:

[Skweeky]

What the hell were you on? And can I have some?

[brotherdoobie]

I was drunk to the max that night and stuffed full of coke.


-bd :mellow:

[Skweeky]

Ah yes, it all makes sense now.