I thought once that I was allowed to share the all the jokes.
I guess we divided those up along with our apartment all those years ago.
You know, you make a significant amount of money more than I do - and for some years now...its only fair I can avert my eyes to anything but the ground when you visit my corner store.
No change even? Damn. What you keep in your rental is probably enough to brighten up the day of a dozen people round my way.
Shoot.
Sorry.
YOUR way.
Don't forget to send some sort of proxy to the community meetings though.
Yeah, your probably right... fuck my elderly friends and the neighborhood pastor or the local elected officials dealing with gentrificat...oh, forget it.
Wish you well.
Wish I was dead.
Some say Tomato some say "I'm better than you."
Apples and burnt orange blame culture
My homie died BTW - he swore up and down you couldn't have hated me...or you wouldn't have called. Such high hopes.
Home girl, I thought you had empathy for the cats on Skid Row.
#YouCantCopyRespect
