Went down for ice cream. It wasn't really ice cream, but rather ice cream bars, revels and fudgicles. Don't get me wrong: it was 250 calories and 9 grams of fatty goodness and I've now effectively ruined my healthy lunch. I had an ice cream bar. It said "Good Humour" on it. I said, "okay". Get. In. My. Belly.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
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Dating fucking sucks.9 years ago
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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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