kept putting it off, but gotta do what u gotta do and be the big boy I am.
Wishing you all 1.5 million buckeroonies and lots of candy in your tax returns this year.
It’s more personal. My dude John has all of my shit in a big envelope and fills out everything in a ledger. We talk about basketball for a little bit and then he tells me about how the government is screwing me.
