For it is my story,
“This is the story or michael quinn… Get wasted and smoke weed = fucks girl, screw girl over = fall out with friends, find new friends, ditch friends, fuck more girls, smoke more weed = Act depressed to get girls to like him = fuck girls = screw girls over. You’re just one big cycle.” Told by the people, for the people.
Remove the memories, start a new..
I well wanna go outside now, something about rain actually coming through my window. I think i’m gonna go in the garden, and chill in the rain. rain, rain.
Call 911 now!
Love. It’s just something you’ll say before the next one. It’s true. Nothing means anything shit heads.
Fucking driving myself mad.
Anonymous asked: Figure it out yet? It was me, James. James Samuel Barnes. It was me all along. I wrote that thing that was about football, and now I'm writing this. FUCKYOUUUU MOTHERFUCKEEEEER. Bet you can't figure out who this is.
Anonymous asked: What a bunch of shit, this is all shit, this website sucks balls, you don't know who this is. I bet you don't. I'll give you a clue, I wank over Match of the Day, because I wanna fuck Gary Lineker and Alan Shearer. Not Alan Hansen though, or Mark Lawrenson because they are annoying. That's right, it's me. James. The glasses one. PS. This is a question.