“Why you askin’ for a quarter, girl? You got a goldmine between your legs.”

September 8, 2008 at 10:41 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Cunt.

by inga musico.

Read it.

All of you.

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If I had a manifesto-

September 8, 2008 at 10:35 pm (prose) (, , , )

Oh, wait a minute boys,  I already do …

Always have an escape route.

Money isn’t everything, but sadly, it’s quite a bit.

Chocolate can cure most problems.

Don’t wait and never settle.

There is never a good reason to eat fast food.

Never wear panties to a party.

Is is possible to have your cake and eat it too, any one who says otherwise obviously could use a piece.  (Take that one anyway you want to, loves.)

You are the ONLY one who knows what’s best for you.

Always keep your pocket knife in your pocket.  There’s a reason for its name.

Pepper spray won’t save you, baby, but it’s better than denial.

The boys scout were very wrong about a lot of things and still are, but they got it right when they said Be prepared.

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