4 thoughts on “I HAVE To Get Out of New Jersey”

  1. Maybe the New Jersian (New Jersyite?) equivalent of this would be to go around the world filming yourself pumping your own gas?

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  2. I can drive a twenty year old stick shift with roll down windows through Times Square at rush hour. I can play chicken with taxis, tell them to fuck off, and then parallel park. I cannot pump my own gas. I think even Britney Spears knows how to pump her own gas.

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  3. I’ve had many near death episodes in my life. I think the last one must of took though, cuz somehow I’ve ended up in NJ, and its been hell. Hey I even met the Jersey devil~ in the form of dyfs and *.* . . heh heh.

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  4. Oh, by the way, thanks for the therapy~ now how do I get in touch with Matt and book a dance out a here? LOL

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