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i wish i could punch you in the mouth and knock out all your teeth, but i cant and that makes me even more mad.
get it?
I'm having an aries moment right now.
sometimes i just want to SLAM MY FOREHEAD INTO MY KEYBOARD because i'm so frustrated.
i hate how people say not to keep things bottled in, but if i didnt bottle up my feelings, then there would be a lot more people that i punch in the eye on a daily basis
life is giving me lemons right now. i dont want to make lemonade. i fucking hate lemonade. what i want to do is cut this lemon in half and then get a cheese grater, like the kind of grater that has 4 grating options, and then i'll do the kind of option that you grade like parmisan cheese with to make it like a powdery type thing and then rub that part on the forearm or maybe elbow of the person that is on my nerves right now and then take the lemon and rub it into their wound. thats what i want to do.
i want to poke you with thumb tacks. EVERYWHERE!
you know what would be kind of slapstick and gratifying at the same time is if i took you to a bar, then we sat down, and i ordered you a drink, then you finished it, and then i broke the bottle over your head, smashed a bar stool over your back, and then threw you out the window.
i wish you were in austrailia and had a kid, and a dingo ate it. i wish a dingo would eat your god damn baby. NO, i wish rasheed wallace would eat your baby.
i wish you would get a paper cut on your eye.
i want to take a baseball bat, or even a 2x4 and hammer a big railroad spike through it, and then hit you with it.
i want to tar and feather you so you look like big bird.
AND FINALLY,
i want to do the william tell thing and try and shoot an apple off your head, except i miss and the arrow goes in your forehead. it doesnt go through though, so it's just sticking out of your head, but it hits you at such a perfect angle that it didnt kill you. so you go to the doctor to have it removed and the doc says that if he removes it, then you die. so you'll always have to live life with an arrow sticking out of your forehead. and i'll hang my coat on it.
you asshole
from
adam
get it?
I'm having an aries moment right now.
sometimes i just want to SLAM MY FOREHEAD INTO MY KEYBOARD because i'm so frustrated.
i hate how people say not to keep things bottled in, but if i didnt bottle up my feelings, then there would be a lot more people that i punch in the eye on a daily basis
life is giving me lemons right now. i dont want to make lemonade. i fucking hate lemonade. what i want to do is cut this lemon in half and then get a cheese grater, like the kind of grater that has 4 grating options, and then i'll do the kind of option that you grade like parmisan cheese with to make it like a powdery type thing and then rub that part on the forearm or maybe elbow of the person that is on my nerves right now and then take the lemon and rub it into their wound. thats what i want to do.
i want to poke you with thumb tacks. EVERYWHERE!
you know what would be kind of slapstick and gratifying at the same time is if i took you to a bar, then we sat down, and i ordered you a drink, then you finished it, and then i broke the bottle over your head, smashed a bar stool over your back, and then threw you out the window.
i wish you were in austrailia and had a kid, and a dingo ate it. i wish a dingo would eat your god damn baby. NO, i wish rasheed wallace would eat your baby.
i wish you would get a paper cut on your eye.
i want to take a baseball bat, or even a 2x4 and hammer a big railroad spike through it, and then hit you with it.
i want to tar and feather you so you look like big bird.
AND FINALLY,
i want to do the william tell thing and try and shoot an apple off your head, except i miss and the arrow goes in your forehead. it doesnt go through though, so it's just sticking out of your head, but it hits you at such a perfect angle that it didnt kill you. so you go to the doctor to have it removed and the doc says that if he removes it, then you die. so you'll always have to live life with an arrow sticking out of your forehead. and i'll hang my coat on it.
you asshole
from
adam