Tuesday, January 5, 2010
sack-relidious
i never win anymore.
chicks dont even look at me unless im dancing or screaming or passed out in the garden. but even then, when i wake up and say "hey, im a flower, got some water?", they just dump their palm bay in my lap. so now, my already piss-stained pants, smell like girl-booze. takes alota gin to get that smell out.
but, as is life, we all land on free parking once-in-a-while.
dice dont discriminate against artsy fat guys with liar bi-ceps.
they just want a surface in which to tumble our fate freely.
gambling rules, kid.
when this is over im gonna write a beautiful song about it.
which i wont be able to sing properly.
but enough for me to feel that rad feeling i feel everytime i finish anything.
the wave crashes over, exhale.
the canucks won, i was there.
but not for the 1st period.
was at a bar next to GM Place watching Canada come back late in the 3rd, only to loose in overtime to the hated south.
but wow, what a comeback.
see, even Team Canada loses sometimes, kid.
well, its my roll now, and i need 11.
piece of cake, for messier.
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