Honestly, I can't believe we need reasons to NOT shoot Heroin. If anything I need serious reasons to even begin to consider that trash.
But if you need a reason not to, just look at Scott Weiland's life. And his scrawny body. Barf.
Song of the Day is Velvet Revolver's Fall To Pieces, but Blogger's Youtube App is being a bitch today and won't let me upload. Here's the linky.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JhsUFuqbCM
I think I'm a rare breed of girl who likes a guy with meat on his bones. I can't stand a skinny dude. I don't care if he's taught and has lean muscle, I like thickness on a guy... on his arms and legs people. Yeesh.
(Ok, that too...hehe)
As my mom says, cushion for the pushin'. Actually, she said it backwards (Pushin' for the cushion), but I was still bewildered she even said anything remotely crass. Love it.
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