Like John Woodruff. I used to know a guy named John Woodruff.
Sleep, I hope.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Have you ever ...
... been unable to sleep because your mind, for some miscellaneous and unforeseen reason, decided to take a trip down memory lane to reminisce all the people you've known, all the girls you've dated, all the crazy shit you've ever done and all the times you probably should have died doing some of that stuff? That's tonight. Be extra careful if you happen to keep your old journals in an easily accessible place.
Like John Woodruff. I used to know a guy named John Woodruff.
Sleep, I hope.
Like John Woodruff. I used to know a guy named John Woodruff.
Sleep, I hope.
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John Woodruff was a cock. He would never drink any beer with me. Good thing that son of a bitch John Fleck does.
He was kind of an uptight prick who thought he always knew the best (and only) way. He taught me everything I know. Fortunately I was drinking during many of the lessons and I believe I forgot a lot of what was said.
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