woah, whata bitch
My wife keeps yelling at me. Every year it's the same. "Your band sucks! I hate you! your ponytail is always dirty!!" Same shit! I want her to leave me alone! Next time she yells at me she's gettin smashed in the face with a plank of wood.
I have to get ready to share my office with Corbet again. She smells like rotting bacon.
The only Fine Arts teacher I like is me. Because I am basically God. You see, I can make thunderstorms appear out of nowhere, volcanes erupt, clouds dissapear, and I can make my band good. All things that a mortal could never achieve. So, fuck. I need some sleep.
Don't wake me up.
I'm going to go ride my horses.
I have to get ready to share my office with Corbet again. She smells like rotting bacon.
The only Fine Arts teacher I like is me. Because I am basically God. You see, I can make thunderstorms appear out of nowhere, volcanes erupt, clouds dissapear, and I can make my band good. All things that a mortal could never achieve. So, fuck. I need some sleep.
Don't wake me up.
I'm going to go ride my horses.