So the other night some Bro's met up to kick it. And when i say some, I mean enough to hold down like 8 bar stools with authority and frighten away any women in the vicinity. A couple of dranks later, as the revelry behind and around me continued at its normal pace, I found myself chin to palm, holding and looking into my drink like it contained all the answers to life. In my semi dazed/reflective/depresso state I looked up from my bar stool and saw this exact album directly in front of me. I swear. It was fucking weird. I was like, Holy Shit Bro, me and Frank are having a heart to heart right now. And what did Frank tell me you ask?
"No One Cares kid...stop being such a pussy." "Thanks Frank.." I mumbled to myself. And then this huge horrendous girl came up to me and drunkenly asked if I was at the playgirl party earlier. What??? No. I looked at her and looked up at Frank. Frank just shook his head and told me, "
Just give'r the big back kid, just give her the big back." Word.
4 Comments:
true story
i care.
Frank was a boss.
yeah danny, i care too.
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