Lumberjack

Every movie has a lesson to be learned. Even Collin Farrell films, such as “don’t watch this one ever again.”

Find the center of the wave and let it take you down stream.

Except for the ones that are genuine peices of shits. You know what? I guess I should appreciate them too.

“Why do you always treat Nikki better!!!!”

You know, “like thou shall not murder.” That’s one I’ve been pretty good at.

Only to the level where I can keep my sanity.

I don’t know…”They” say it’s really good for you.

I’m not on a role with this one. I don’t know if I’ve ever consistently slept 8 hours a night, unless I was consistently waisted the night before…which I consistently don’t do.

I dislocate my shoulder during sex.

I’m fascinating trust me.

Definitely eat less pork eventually.

Words can only go so far, but it’s worth a shot.

I don’t care if it’s a class in trimming nosehairs as long as I’m learning.

This was a great feeling, but sometimes those teenage kids can really act like little shits.

There’s no greater feeling than having your soul come out when you sing. Unfortunately, it doesn’t happen that often for me.