I'm Contentedly in a domestic environment crafting large objects to be HUNG 'round towne. Back from a giant 4th o july block party that made me want to be 30 in Seattle. Time to give up being a few notches lower then what I want. If you know what you want, you shouldn't compromise. It's as simple as that. If you don't know what you want; thats when it ain't simple at all. I want a crew. I want some tude. I want some land. I want some supplies for crafting shit. i want some power tools. I want rude boys and girls for clubs of all kinds.
It's time to quit twiddling our thumbs, do it and laugh about it later.
wear basketball jerseys when it's hot outside and come over soon.
later,
scooter.
4 comments:
i always was trying to make my siblings and the neighborhood kids create clubs with me when i was little. i think it was so that i could then declare myself in charge. i was probably really rude.
also in terms of awkward ages i think thirty is like the new twelve so im pretty excited for that also
I can picture that Magoo,
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