hey dude i’m political and i write just fine and yes those sadphony girls write very nicely and deep down they are big racists to the extreme. i already don’t care so shut up about it.
i sweat tons when i sleep and when i wake up my hair is so curly and wavy and dumb and i’m like where was i? my dreams are just retarded. i had to be on a train or a bus and i was running for it and when i got on everyone was foreign err i was foreign to them and such well anyway it was all very weird and i don’t feel like getting into it so, so.
i feel bad about the things i said about sorroritypony but well it was all true. i hope i didn’t inspire them stopping their site, seriously, and i am not that bigheaded and self-flattering to say i could cause something like that but ya… na na na nuh, NA NA NA NAAA Hey Hey HEY, goodbye.
in other news, we did it like monkeys with wings and sweaty thighs and retarded eyes and i grew a penis.
why can’t i have a thousand cigarettes in my mouth.
i met with wamp and he is like please talk shit about this underwear to me kuz no one will. i knew what he meant tho he didn’t say it in those words. i tried on a pair. they look good. they’re like seamless chiffon mesh shit to cum all over all over. wamp stands for where are my panties? oh right over there under the heap of jeans and pumas with lube you slonky.
i can’t believe it’s after six already. today there was a bit of drama afoot. i was sweating and pacing the garage on the fone and i had to change my shirt and i kinda fell up the stairs.
i want chinese.
i am chinese.
jeff at mojo is playing my audblogs for some hussy and 1021. nice. i’m like i had a radio show it bombed i have a cd of my first broadcast it’s embarassing huge embasrassing failure.
i told schrader i have a four-pack now and he laughed at me then i showed angelo‘s mum and she goes ya she definitely does.
i hate the angryhorse sisters but not passionately just thoroughly they are so boring and resort to photo posts of them with bread in restaurant booths, cellphones on table and fingers pointed at their chins false inquisitive-looking. you are boring. boring. i wont even link you and i hate saying your name kuz it’s press for you and maybe you get a zillion hits daily but that’s kuz yer young and all-american vapidity and that basically makes up your entire readership. your sorrority-mentality is nauseating. you talk and talk yet say nothing. it’s cool you’ve realised there’s a call for what you’re up to, documenting your terribly predictible lives on your secretly want to bone each other website complete with living vicariously through our daughters parents. thank you for confirming all beliefs of girls like you existing, like that of seventh heaven meets dawson’s creek (sans anything remotely cool about the show) in all your pussyness glory.
dude, panama will be rude. me and angelo are going to be niggerlobsters when we get home. he’s getting tickets now and yes i am paying my own way. stupids. we went for jap food last nite and it all came out to us in slow motion we smoked like crazzy waiting and waiting and this girl was hot with buck teeth pigtails and a fake lv bag. nice.
hot sake hot day hot.
why are asian restaurants obsessed with their toilets not clogging. there was a sign in my stall that i took down (pic later) that said if you want to avoid clogging use less toilet paper. dur. fucking dur. western restaurants don’t have signs like this. i thought well maybe their plumbing is sketchy but no, there is no fucking way that every asian restaurant in the world has bad plumbing that is far too coincidental.
i propose someone start the asian bathroom notice blog. angelo was like well that sign wasn’t in MY bathroom so i guess it’s a tampon thing in the chick’s loo. i guess well, they don’t have toilet paper where they’re at so when they come to canada they go tp crazy and stop up the toilets but north americans are all use to tp so 6 squares will suffice.
my point is made somewhere in this post just not in english.
really? I havent checked yer site yet…not such a good call to check a site at work, especially when they might monitor. They’d be all like..”umm tits” and I’d be all like “yeah it’s raymi” and they’d be like “who?” and I’d be like “I quit”
