A discursive account of my self-absorbed, spiteful, immature observations & obsessions.
should aild acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?should auld acquaintance be forgot,and auld lang syne!for old and syne, my dearfor auld lang syne.we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,for auld lang syne.Do you have any fucking idea what that song is saying. Because I don’t even know what its about, but then again, everyone’s always drunk when they sing it so I didn’t even really know the lyrics till I looked then up. Have a happy holiday and try not to end up in prison. If the police ask why that boy didn’t have any clothes on just tell them that he was on fire and you needed to smother the flame with your own naked body. That should work. This is Nathan Hamilton, by the way.
I love you, sir! And I sure do miss you.I am going to Long Beach next week and I will revist my many haunts and play Sublime and think of you.
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