"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."
This is my friend, Britt, after a hard day of paintin' fire-hydrants. We were once mortal enemies, but now she cracks my ass up. She's short, but she'll bite off your kneecaps if you cross her. She's from Philly and smokes Newports. Most importantly, she don't give no fuck, and that's what I admire the most.
posted by glasshole at 2:23 AM
I am not a Pisces, I don't care what Blogger says.
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