BROKEN WHISKEY GLASS.

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/ i'm not seeing some reblogs on dustin's dash ??? so i'll probably remake this blog in the morning because tumblr is a functioning website <3

i guess almost burning my fingers off while lighting a candle would make it more exciting. think i'll just keep using my shitty ten year old lighter and get really mad when it doesn't light the first five times i try it, though.

i've had this cat for a week and she's already started screamin' at me to go to sleep whenever she thinks i've been awake for too long. and now walter's whining at me. can't stay up late in this fuckin' house.

if you scream in my ear, i will punch you in the head.

why do you have enough matches in your house to make a matchstick holder. get a lighter, greg.

i'm not insulting your dog, i'm just saying ! maybe i'll try to get jim and greg over there ... maybe i'll just try to get greg over there. he loves a good dog. you should ask him. or kenny.

don't be the little angel on my shoulder. i won't hurt my hand like you if i just wring his stupid little neck a little bit.

i think that dog of yours acts more like a baby than your actual baby does. at least nora doesn't try to nip at my heels and then sulk about it.

man, i used to scream in matches all the time and now i can't. screamed so much my vocal cords died. also i drank a lot of whiskey back then but you know. i hope kyle's vocal cords die.

kristen. it's god's day. or is that saturday. google isn't helpful.

why does fletcher scream like that in every match he's ever been in. i should be more mad at penta and fenix but i could strangle that gangly little freak for screamin' at me the whole time. still not over it.

hell yeah, man, mermaid monè. come to wherever dynamite is this week and come watch barbie with me after i get my ass kicked.

i might've invited greg before i knew what you wanted to do. sorry. i think he's all sad and shit. not just 'cause of last night, but something else. i think. we can crack open the bottle of wine tomorrow night, if you want ? because i'm noooooooot letting greg have it. i got it for you.

margarita told me that she hates you by the way. sorry, man, but she said so. i don't wanna make you all sad and anxious. but i also gotta know. just call me while you're driving and tell big dust what's up, big dog.