RicardoObviouso

strawberry yogurt

see what i mean.

jesus, i expected you to say "cock" or something.

that is a tom ford for gucci shirt and if i left it on a chair, it would catch snatch all by itself, which isnt saying much for me, but who the fuck cares at this point, im basically married.

your 10s mean nothing to me anymore ;)

it's true.

playing fooseball works the muscles and tendons in an opposite direction (thus causing relief) than when they're used while doing anything from typing on a keyboard to playing a guitar to knitting and even clicking a tv remote. try it.

0/10 drinking pictures are so grade 10.

double baked almond croissant.

i need a four day weekend. although i might just take one anyways.

golden delicious apple and strawberry yogurt.

i guess it comes down to a certain level of self importance, and that's what sites like this are angled towards. if you aren't a member of facebook, what are you missing? maybe someone wants to get a hold of you but can't?

alice in chains - live @ mtv

mr. mike's fucking terrible.

when is easter anyways, this weekend?

that night in toronto - the tragically hip live.

"you shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house and if you've got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth, because i'll break your face."

i am eating dinner in hope tonight... contents unknown.

chicago is the land of great steak. that's why morton's of chicago in vancouver does so well, i suppose.

low - foo fighters

i'd take a nice medium-rare prime rib any day.

my pregnant girlfriend was craving scrambled eggs at 4am this morning and since we didn't have any eggs in the house, we ventured out to Denny's... of all places. i hadn't been there since my teenage days of getting right fucking loaded and going there after the bars closed. i overheard a conversation between a couple behind us. i figured her to be a stripper and the dude to be some horny fucker thinking he was going to get an easy lay... but when she started going into the depths of her life story (including the pain staking details of watching her father o.d. on heroin), he backed out of the situation and left her there. poor girl. anyways, i digress.

you and me both j-rock, you and me both.

All night long I dream of the day When it comes around then it's taken away Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most Feel it to life when I see your ghost And I'm done, done and I'm onto the next one

morroccan chicken sandwich.