Maybe it's shitass fucking computer I have no idea what you're seeing, shit works on youtube, maybe it's the fifty fucking windows I have open reichian theory and origami bananas and how to fold your mattress, and Nicole kidman's ass in blurry holiday pictures. ...you can barely see her, but the girl with the short hair at the 2:50 mark pops in, there was a girl who wound up in my bed all the time, looked just enough like her for me to post about it, she had longer hair, and I shut her down in the end, I have no idea if that was the right move. I see her around with her new guy, who's a good guy, and I wonder who I was that made that call, I trust him, but shit best left to it's devices. She ruined coconuts for me. She always had coconut Vaseline who knew there was such a thing. She fucking ruined coconuts for me. What a fucking evil genius move. I can't condition my hair or look at a pie at a birthday party without getting rebar in my slacks. Coconuts. Forever my girl. I met her at a bar, I was with a friend who liked to gamble and I just sat at the bar. Kareoke night and she was singing Taylor Swift, ahahah, fucking, the song, wht the fuck, shake it off. and I was getting up to take a piss and she walked by and I grabbed her pocket and said you're coming home with me, I never saw her face, and she cracked me and I pissed and I woke up with next to her and asked her what happened and that's what she told me. And that went on for a bit and then she had that look and I put it rest. Why am I typing this. A blue piece of gum just fell off my head ten minutes ago. head full of badgers, don't press send.