- Life, baby, life. Yeah, you know, it is what it is. I mean, sure, you know, whatever, and all the rest of it, but it is what it is and that can be said assuredly. The question is what it is. I don't. I mean, come on now, what do you expect me to know what it is? Like, seriously? Of course I am not going to know what it is at all, in no way, shape or form am I going to know what it is. Anyway, yeah, here I am writing all of this out, and why not? Why not write it all out? You know, I guess I could do it like the old routine, you know, old school and that. And, again, why not? There is no law against it, so I might as well, you know, seeing as I'm here right now typing away all this bajogles or whatever. Okay, so bajogles is not a word, but, while I am at it, I might as well be inventing words, you know, why not? I mean, back in the day, it's Tuesday, yeah, Tuesday, and back in the day, I would get pissed up on a Tuesday evening and I would go to Feet First at The Camden Palace. That's what I would do back in the day, and why not? Why not indeed. So, of course it is no longer The Camden Palace, no, it is now Koko's. But the point is that I would get pissed up and I would try my chances with the ladies and all that shit, and, occasionally, I would pull it off, or I would get pulled off, or whatever shit you want to call it. Nah, I did better at the Dome, and I might not have ever actually got laid at the Camden Palace, but I did at The Dome. No, I didn't get laid at The Dome itself, but I met women from the Dome and took them back to my place or went back to their place and got laid with them there, I think there were at last 5 women that I met from the Dome that I fucked. Whatever. Anyway, I'm just writing this shit. Okay? #266 — Comments (0) — 2/26/2013 at 1:52 PM — Life — I Feel You (0) — Get Over It (0)
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