(via realrealsoft)
DAD SAID SON, YER FUCKIN HIGH
AND I THOUGHT, YEAH THERE’S A FIRST FOR EVERYTHING, SO I TOOK MY
OLD MAN’S ADVICE. THREE SAD SEMESTERS, IT WAS ONLY 15 GRAND
SPENT IN BED. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE ARMY. I DROPPED OUT AND JOINED A BAND INSTEAD. GREW A MOUSTACHE AND A MULLET, GOT A JOB AT CHICK-FIL-A
CITING ARTISTIC DIFFERENCES, THE BAND BROKE UP IN MAY.
AND IN JUNE REFORMED WITHOUT ME AND THEY’D GOT A DIFFERENT NAME
I NUKED ANOTHER GRANDMA’S APPLE PIE AND