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[brandonbreakwell]

pop punk slogans

[defacedfromhumanity-deactivated]

HAHAHAHA

[offeraandeleegte]

shaggydoodle

[diemyfriend]

:D

[wheninrrome]

[fuckyerstuff]

Amazing

[lisapervert-blog]

[augustmornin]

én vagyok

[diemyfriend]

detto

[fuckyerstuff]

True story.

[fuckyerstuff]

This is my life. It all revolves around my family. It's not easy being a first time parent and it seems like everything is happening so fast. Work bumped me from 16 hours between Friday and Saturday to a full time 40+ hours a week. It's fucking wild to say the least. I feel slightly like aging 15 years in the course of 3 weeks. I guess this is growing up and staying in the fight! Cheers

[boneykneessleepyeyes]

Anyone wanna message me like a playlist of acoustic Pop/Punk songs?

i need more. please!

[fuckyerstuff]

I can totally use a list and maybe help out.

[pumpk1n-seeds]

Keywork done by myself.

[diemyfriend]

[fuckyerstuff]

I'm really starting to hope the world ends in 2012.

[diemyfriend]

[fuckyerstuff]

First day off in a week. Goddamn it feels good to not deal with night-creep assholes! Fuck off Food Bag!

[fuckyerstuff]

At work...

It's incredibly slow so I'm gonna take a dump and smoke a cigarette. Good plan.

[fuckyerstuff]

If you fight fire with fire...

How do you fight indecision?

[lotsband]

We’ll be featured on this Year’s Covers For A Cure - Volume Two. PLEASE help support this. 100% of the money earned goes towards breast Cancer. Every single person involved donates their time to help out with this, it’s for a fantastic cause!

[fuckyerstuff]

What happened to the first covers for a cure?

[fuckyerstuff]

Mourns

[fuckyerstuff]

Third Shift at the Gas Station (the poetic slam rant)

For the last year I’ve been selling people gas. Most of the time without so much as a, “Fuck you, thanks!’ I’m sick of serving all these ingrates. I’m sick of living irate. I’m sick of lost sleep and these damn spreadsheets. The beeping from the caffeine machine is enough to drive a man mad and I’ve about had all that I can take. Overworked and underpaid. Everyday meshes and is the exact fucking same, “Cigarettes tonight and what size coffee.” “No and it’s a dollar five.” “I work in this shithole, so trust me, buddy I fucking know, but I have to ring the cup size for inventory.” It’s all Obama’s fault like the rude dicks are really sorry. Fuck you sorely, because my cheery disposition is a whole nother story. But now it’s 6:40, so my ass is punching out.