Johnny has been trying to sleep on my poor excuse of a small shoulder all night. His colossal body weight has resulted in the rupturing of several of my internal organs and his slurred mutterings have done to the same to my poor impressionable brain. As of now, he is trying to demonstrate some sort of mastery of rhythm by tapping some ridiculous song on my shoulder.
It seems that Johnny will still remain the same cock-mouthed ass-taker in 2012. Peace guys.
cxu
(via ohjooy)
