9:00 p.m.: Find tie-dyed shorts and leather chaps.
9:01 p.m.: Sit on bed and begin crying rainbow tears because I am so fucking EMO it hurts.
9:15 p.m.: Pull favorite sleeveless t-shirt out of trashcan/laundry hamper.
9:20 p.m.: Contemplate the entire spectrum of emotions, get erection.
10:00 p.m.: Park bike in front of 7-Eleven to grab some Pabst and Mad Dog.
10:05 p.m.- Midnight: Listen to punk rock and Morrissey; spray paint; attempt to tighten jeans; alter and re-alter bangs; contemplate depression; grow a mustache; get wasted.
12:01 a.m.: Body shots!
1:09 a.m.: Contract Hepatitis C.
thanks to tyler-o-death for the awesome.
1 response so far ↓
1 Mitch Martin // Jul 8, 2008 at 7:58 pm
So many things are wrong with that picture. Why does Captain Tye-Dye appear to be the only one in costume?
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