To properly explain my interests i will the following equipment: a swiss army knife, a refridgerator door, a empty can of whip cream, a rusted can of paint, a gerbil wheel, a hammer, a bottle of tequilla, a roll of duct tape, a case of gorilla glue, a salene solution, a mountain bike, a 40 watt light bulb, a leather wallet, a time magazine, a cd, a cap from a water bottle, a single asprin, a pair of binoculars, a digital alarm clock, a book of matches, a dead cell phone battery, depleted uranium, a wheel of cheese, chop sticks, a cd case, a set of headphones, a case of top ramen, a spray bottle of febreeze, a stamp, a stack of dollar pancakes, just one pair of clean socks, and a photo of love. But here is a list of things I like anyways :PMaking someone smile - Having someone make me smile - Driving - Riding - Flying - Pay Day - HOOKAH - Drinks - Lacrosse - Sneaking a hug - Stealing a kiss - Losing at sports - Winning in Love - Learning from the past - Organized messes - Peanut butter - Milk - Keeping promises - Champagne from paper cups - Checkers - Waking up to the touch of a beautiful woman - Revengtribution
Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.
Will you finish the fight?
This is what I do to books!!!
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Voilà ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you