Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Pint don't rhyme, foo!

Well, when I reached my hand down into my pocket what I pulled out: lent. All my money spent so I cain't even pay the rent. The whole world's twisted in this f$^ked bent that the only way to get a job is when someone gives you a hint, but that cent don't make a dent in what we owe to the credit card gent. I guess I'll just pitch a tent at the mint so I can vent about money sent. Before it came, it up and went.

Time for one more pint. A'ight?

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