Stop Fucking with My Money
American money was meant to look kick ass, not pretty and colorful. Lay off the queer design changes, U.S. government.
Nathan DeGraaf graduated fucking years ago with a BA in Creative Writing from the University of South Florida, which he still lives near because college chicks are the best. On weekday evenings, Nate can typically be found at any one of a number of North Tampa bars. On weekends, he typically cannot be found. When not drinking, fishing, watching sports, or having sex, Nathan likes to read, play the harmonica, and show up for work. Throughout the course of his life, he has been arrested six times because, as his father has often said, "the kid is fucking stupid."
American money was meant to look kick ass, not pretty and colorful. Lay off the queer design changes, U.S. government.
When you ask the big questions, seldom is there an answer. If you take a step back, you'll see that the world is what it is. Brilliant huh?
The world is constantly trying to throw us curveballs. But by the 9th inning of Britney Spears' cycle of crazy, we can see it coming.
Why are 16-year-olds allowed to drive, but not to hop in the back seat with creepy old men? Isn't it about time we lowered the bar, America?
At no time can you actually know what you're doing, otherwise you'd be better at it. And perfection is unattainable.
There's always one guy you know whose girlfriend is a total bitch. And unless he grows numb to the whip, don't expect your friendship to last.
Think you got the dangling participles it takes to be a PIC writer? First change your name, then buy a pair of sunglasses. Here comes infamy.
The secret to successful relationships? Channel your efforts into lying, drinking, and making money. And then don't touch that dial.
Are you shy, annoying, or completely awkward in social situations? Don't worry, here's how to loosen up and have fun.
When you grow up next to a graveyard, you often find yourself buried deep in thought. And perhaps balls deep in a sweet, young thang.
Once upon a time, there were three ducking birds who couldn't shut their quackholes. Would anybody like to comment on the subtext?
Everyone's a critic, as they say, but none more those by profession. It takes a lot more to create something than to insult it though.