What have I got that makes you want to love me?
Is it my body?
Someone I might be?
Or something inside me?
You better tell me,
tell me,
It's really up to you.
~Alice Cooper
Why do I choose to be random? Lack of anything better to do. I chose the template because nothing is ever gonna be the new black. I named my blog what I did because that's really all I've got going for me. I'm virtually useless, but hell, if you want someone to go to a rock concert with you or jump off the roof into your pool (but not naked, I do have standards now), then gimme a call. 328-7448. No, not really. And seriously, my URL? Yeah, one of the most pressing questions that may ever come up in your life, especially on a long car trip, is "Who farted in the backseat?"
You know you did it.
Unless you're driving through Mass. Then it's no one's fault.
Watch Jeff Foxworthy's courtesy sniff bit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0
copy and paste, it's awesome.
NOT! haha ... rickroll'd ... w00t....
This blog will probably be full of nonsensical crap and me ranting about stupidity. I'm sorry.
Maybe when I'm not running purely on caffeine I'll post something relatively intelligent. The best I can do right now is say Welcome to the Jungle ***insert Axl Rose screaming here***
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