"Mr. Zara LOOK! It's a Boner Fish!"
havent updated in a few days bc i didnt feel like it and bc nothing important happened... nothing important happened today either- but me and pete did have a whole load of fun with mr. zara. we drew the boner fish on the board, i turned on a sink that pours directly onto the floor and named the fat red headed kid potatoe, or tapatoe.
another important event occured, which has been crucial for the past 18 years in keeping food out of third world countries, and instead going into sean patrick costigans mouth. i take time every december 3rd, and thank god for starving those little pieces of shit and instead making seany more attractive. so thank you to mr. and mrs. costigan for have sex just one more time.
some moron that picks people to go on retreat has once again assembled some of the most jesus-hating and disrespectul group of children to go on on teh next one. i am on of those lucky individuals, and to our moderator, god have mercy on your soul bc i vow to relive myself anywhere except the water closet.
i might lose several friends for saying this, but i saw a dog with a tumor today and i laughed very hard. not bc it had a tumor, but bc the tumor looked as though the dog had a testicle that was at least the size of my head.
and for all of you blessed individuals who know my sister and understand her 'problem', i offer this story for kicks:
yesterday upon ariving home from school, i found my sister enjoying her most favoritist past time- COOKING. she was making blueberry muffins, a somewhat healthy snack, thus making this an extreme rarity. about 40 minutes later, the Uberbitch That Is My Mother told me to try one bc they were really good. about 5 minutes later i came upon a disaster area. in that 5 minutes, my sister had planned, and executed a horrible deed, something straight out of Chris Notaro's guide to life perhaps. she had taken the liberty to stick her fingers into every muffin and remove the top, crunchy layer from each one. My first reaction was to kick her ass, but i was subdued by the Uberbitch That Is My Mother, and had to settle for a barrage of insulting comments, to which she lay defensless.
i hope you all enjoyed that. bc i did.
another important event occured, which has been crucial for the past 18 years in keeping food out of third world countries, and instead going into sean patrick costigans mouth. i take time every december 3rd, and thank god for starving those little pieces of shit and instead making seany more attractive. so thank you to mr. and mrs. costigan for have sex just one more time.
some moron that picks people to go on retreat has once again assembled some of the most jesus-hating and disrespectul group of children to go on on teh next one. i am on of those lucky individuals, and to our moderator, god have mercy on your soul bc i vow to relive myself anywhere except the water closet.
i might lose several friends for saying this, but i saw a dog with a tumor today and i laughed very hard. not bc it had a tumor, but bc the tumor looked as though the dog had a testicle that was at least the size of my head.
and for all of you blessed individuals who know my sister and understand her 'problem', i offer this story for kicks:
yesterday upon ariving home from school, i found my sister enjoying her most favoritist past time- COOKING. she was making blueberry muffins, a somewhat healthy snack, thus making this an extreme rarity. about 40 minutes later, the Uberbitch That Is My Mother told me to try one bc they were really good. about 5 minutes later i came upon a disaster area. in that 5 minutes, my sister had planned, and executed a horrible deed, something straight out of Chris Notaro's guide to life perhaps. she had taken the liberty to stick her fingers into every muffin and remove the top, crunchy layer from each one. My first reaction was to kick her ass, but i was subdued by the Uberbitch That Is My Mother, and had to settle for a barrage of insulting comments, to which she lay defensless.
i hope you all enjoyed that. bc i did.