Say Rock!
Say Roll!
*headbutt*
If only he were still around to teach us the things that need to be taught in this day and age. Last night consisted of cheap vodka, being punched in the kisser by a Mexican man named Jorje, and having my pinky cut halfway off by a piece-o-shit knife (Craftsman, $8.50, Wallmart). After I had done all of these things I sat back and had to reflect on my night/day. What had possessed that asshole to punch me, why would I put a car lighter out on the palm of my hand?
The only legible theroy came to me in the form of an existential quote:
"And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh."
-Nietzche-
And what relavency that had to the night, i've yet to discover. So while you sit there tonight, reading the ramblings of a tool like myself, ask yourself this, was it all worth it in the end? Do you regret what you did because now you have to go to the free clinic and get 800mg ibuprofen for $1 donation? Or do you regret it because there were no laughs?
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