If procrastination were a marketable skill, I'd be a real hot commodity.
Trannies dress up like women, then try to bang straight guys. They're the adrenaline junkies of gayness.
People that say I'm really sensitive rarely are.
Nothing good about the sun if you're trying to watch television with out curtains.
Ending a sentence with yo, is like saying, I don't want a job. Not today. Not ever. Know what I mean yo?
Dating is great unless you don't like horrible awkwardness, lying, and a deep foreboding sense of disappointment that never goes away.