Money. Money. Money.
There never is enough. Eventhough in of itself it is nothing but capabilities to do purchase goods and services in our cosumer soceity. People grow weed to make money. They make meth houses to make meth which in turn turns into money.
Its the evil of the modern day soceity. Its very culturally divisive to say the least. Like look at all the Leroys floating around in New Orleans there cause they had none and couldn't leave. On the other end of the analfuckfest so take some spoiled piece of shit like that whore Paris Hilton. She doesn't have a clue about shite. The first simple life was sorta neat since its like WTF is this, it ain't like big posh affairs like things. That's royally strange, at least for me, sorta like a concert without a mosh pit. What is going on? But the poshness is the measure of success. The more you have the better you, which ain't really the truth. It just means that you've been able to turn the monetary situation to your liking most likely by pissing on those below. But at least you ain't getting the golden shower.
As a race, humans are very vain. So money is the way to succeed. Get the Botox. Titjobs. JLo ass. Abortion. Hummer in a H2 or maybe a slightly better on gas model H3. Big house with the nice basement, like only 6000 square feet. Gotta be better than the Joneses or like in Hongcouver the foreigner next door the Chins, but then again they all are so like white man the minority especially in Richmond. The garage full of shit cause there ain't enough room in your house. The 5 cars out in the driveway.
I make around the average salary in this country of Canada. Not much, but considering I'm fucked in the head, an alcholic, pot smoking snowboarder witht he same job for quite some time. Not to bad. Still pretty pathetic. But then again I gotta nig it up. But I love beer and that hurts the nigging factor. Anyrate me get about 50K a year. Ain't great, but enough to do the money of getting drunk and stoned and whores. Well what else is there.
... But like this guy, fuck I can't remember the name. That dude from teh beer gardens at UBC and living in security land towers by the Lions Gate in North Van. That weird complex on the wrong side of the river, proably the Capilano. But he like say the best things in life start with B. You ain't no Simpson so you get one more than they do, namely to say 5. 5 things that start with B and that's your dream. And bucks is one of the things for everyone. (I hope I won the 6/49 too. Be a fun Amsterdam trip around the continents).
But math is the thing that brings money into perspective. As in the vanity of driving a Excursion. They don't even make them anymore since gas is 'too' expensive. The original Suburabn with the wood panels rocks though. I believe it goes back to '49 with that model.
This topic I choose for me paper today just ain't like there. It is way to vague to nig it up good. Plus I just got into some Fireball so that fucks y'all up larger quickly too. That's why its so nice, eh.
Try their recipie
1st Degree Burn
Fill highball galss with ice.
Add 1 1/2 oz. Fireball Shooter.
Fill with cranberry juics and stir.
HAZE MAY OCCUR NATURALLY.
INGREDIGENTS: WHISKEY,
NATURAL FLAVOURS.
But yeah Fireball rocks its just a tad too sweet. But still nigs it up. Never got white shits from that. I think I got it from rancid pork chops, but could've been the shitloads of gin and tonic too. that was fucked, the only time I can remember getting a shit that wasn't like greenish/grey but like white. That was royally fucked. Me not feel good for many day there after. I think we bought rancid food in Chilliwack before heading beyond Hope.
As for money most people are beyond hope. But what is it for.
Most people have no money. At least that's the story. I have some coin, but not really in the aspect of millionaires. Wow I can live for a few months without any shit coming in. Ye fucking ha. But its gets really annoying being around others.
Just so weird how people behave around the subject of money is involved. Sure its fine to spend a few K on tits, but not to buy the booze. But chicks got things easy anyways since they have the magic blood hole. Better be bloody after I leave too. That don't sound too nice. No I got no money. I see a green bill, but can't buy me a beer at the bar. That's a little screwed. Why take it with you. Reminds me of not drinking for a week or longer. Fuck the money don't fly away since no like booze, which is there all the time. Just like all the inhibitions that I love to enjoy. Not the crack much, unless I'm with someone else that is doing it. Then you do it with a whore that will give you a blowjob but then you can't get hard. Smoked the hard and can't get the hard. But yeah, nice. I know. Me like don't understand much of anything it seems. That's what many would say to me.
All I know is I want to go to fuckin Deutschland next year. Nig it up D.
Deutschland.
There never is enough. Eventhough in of itself it is nothing but capabilities to do purchase goods and services in our cosumer soceity. People grow weed to make money. They make meth houses to make meth which in turn turns into money.
Its the evil of the modern day soceity. Its very culturally divisive to say the least. Like look at all the Leroys floating around in New Orleans there cause they had none and couldn't leave. On the other end of the analfuckfest so take some spoiled piece of shit like that whore Paris Hilton. She doesn't have a clue about shite. The first simple life was sorta neat since its like WTF is this, it ain't like big posh affairs like things. That's royally strange, at least for me, sorta like a concert without a mosh pit. What is going on? But the poshness is the measure of success. The more you have the better you, which ain't really the truth. It just means that you've been able to turn the monetary situation to your liking most likely by pissing on those below. But at least you ain't getting the golden shower.
As a race, humans are very vain. So money is the way to succeed. Get the Botox. Titjobs. JLo ass. Abortion. Hummer in a H2 or maybe a slightly better on gas model H3. Big house with the nice basement, like only 6000 square feet. Gotta be better than the Joneses or like in Hongcouver the foreigner next door the Chins, but then again they all are so like white man the minority especially in Richmond. The garage full of shit cause there ain't enough room in your house. The 5 cars out in the driveway.
I make around the average salary in this country of Canada. Not much, but considering I'm fucked in the head, an alcholic, pot smoking snowboarder witht he same job for quite some time. Not to bad. Still pretty pathetic. But then again I gotta nig it up. But I love beer and that hurts the nigging factor. Anyrate me get about 50K a year. Ain't great, but enough to do the money of getting drunk and stoned and whores. Well what else is there.
... But like this guy, fuck I can't remember the name. That dude from teh beer gardens at UBC and living in security land towers by the Lions Gate in North Van. That weird complex on the wrong side of the river, proably the Capilano. But he like say the best things in life start with B. You ain't no Simpson so you get one more than they do, namely to say 5. 5 things that start with B and that's your dream. And bucks is one of the things for everyone. (I hope I won the 6/49 too. Be a fun Amsterdam trip around the continents).
But math is the thing that brings money into perspective. As in the vanity of driving a Excursion. They don't even make them anymore since gas is 'too' expensive. The original Suburabn with the wood panels rocks though. I believe it goes back to '49 with that model.
This topic I choose for me paper today just ain't like there. It is way to vague to nig it up good. Plus I just got into some Fireball so that fucks y'all up larger quickly too. That's why its so nice, eh.
Try their recipie
1st Degree Burn
Fill highball galss with ice.
Add 1 1/2 oz. Fireball Shooter.
Fill with cranberry juics and stir.
HAZE MAY OCCUR NATURALLY.
INGREDIGENTS: WHISKEY,
NATURAL FLAVOURS.
But yeah Fireball rocks its just a tad too sweet. But still nigs it up. Never got white shits from that. I think I got it from rancid pork chops, but could've been the shitloads of gin and tonic too. that was fucked, the only time I can remember getting a shit that wasn't like greenish/grey but like white. That was royally fucked. Me not feel good for many day there after. I think we bought rancid food in Chilliwack before heading beyond Hope.
As for money most people are beyond hope. But what is it for.
Most people have no money. At least that's the story. I have some coin, but not really in the aspect of millionaires. Wow I can live for a few months without any shit coming in. Ye fucking ha. But its gets really annoying being around others.
Just so weird how people behave around the subject of money is involved. Sure its fine to spend a few K on tits, but not to buy the booze. But chicks got things easy anyways since they have the magic blood hole. Better be bloody after I leave too. That don't sound too nice. No I got no money. I see a green bill, but can't buy me a beer at the bar. That's a little screwed. Why take it with you. Reminds me of not drinking for a week or longer. Fuck the money don't fly away since no like booze, which is there all the time. Just like all the inhibitions that I love to enjoy. Not the crack much, unless I'm with someone else that is doing it. Then you do it with a whore that will give you a blowjob but then you can't get hard. Smoked the hard and can't get the hard. But yeah, nice. I know. Me like don't understand much of anything it seems. That's what many would say to me.
All I know is I want to go to fuckin Deutschland next year. Nig it up D.
Deutschland.
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