better believe it IS working…
do you believe…?….in the 5th grade i combed my hair with buttered toast. it looked like Elvis’ hair but it drew a lot of bugs and flies…to me, that was the price of fame.
better believe it IS working…
do you believe…?….in the 5th grade i combed my hair with buttered toast. it looked like Elvis’ hair but it drew a lot of bugs and flies…to me, that was the price of fame.
ive been too busy fainting and hallucinating about mirages and vanilla milk shakes..
how about an Imossible Whopper ?,….for 6.99 it ought to shine your shoes too..
when i was a kid the ‘go-to’ after school summer snack was a mayonnaise sandwich on white bread, because white bread was the only kind of bread there was,….
i guess that tomorrow i will ride my bike down to the swimming hole.. when i was a kid , if you saw an adult riding a bike then you thought he must be on the lam from the cops or insane.
“Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”