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I woke up today and put on Danzig instead of going to class just like always. Then my dad got home and was like wtf what are you doing go to school and I told him no way I was the killah woaf. We go through this every few days or so because he’s in denial about me wearing the mark. BUT I DIGRESS;
Finally he was like stfu I’m sick of your shit why don’t you go take out the trash. And I’m like fine I will but there’d better not be any fucking weird shit in it this time. So I go outside to grab the recycling bins so I can start sorting out this disgusting garbage that’s always lying everywhere all over my fucking house. But amongst the empty recycling bins this is what I find out back:
Now just like always I ignored it and started mixing brown glass, green glass, and tin together. You’re not supposed to do that at all because it’s a federal offense but i do it anyway because all our recycling guys are black and can’t see things in the chromatic spectrum. They always ask me every time, "Hey did you mix any glass with the tin this time? My kid has a rare disease and I don’t want to get fired," and I’m like no way dude I’m completely reformed now and I would never do that to you. But then they drive away and I’m like hahahah fuck yeah I hope your kid’s cerebro-spinal autism faggygitis gets way worse.
But anyway every time I tried to put a tin can in with all the beer bottles this fucking sloth would knock it out of my hands and it would go flying into the woods. Now I may hate women but one thing I will not stand for is polluting. Tons of disease-carrying deer live in those woods and it wouldn’t be right to infringe on their natural habitat with green glass. I’ve had just about enough of this sloth’s bullshit. But every time I tried to kick it’s ass it would just give me this insane smile and stare right into my eyes without blinking, like "What the fuck are you going to do? I have razors for fingers. I’m gonna take your daughter out tonight... gonna show her... my world."
And I was like dude ok you might be an adorable miracle of the natural order with fucking weapons for hands but one thing I will not stand for is you implying that you’re going to ritualistically deflower my potential daughter out tonight. For one thing it’s St. Patrick’s day and all these asshole drivers are everywhere, and on top of that, I don’t want to support your fucking kids after you ditch town to go live in a tree and leave my daughter pregnant Mr. Sloth.
But no matter how many times I ask politely it won’t leave.
Seriously MySpace what should I do because I only have a few hours before the recycling guys get here, if you think about it.
p.s. I make music http://www.myspace.com/eightbitalien
Finally he was like stfu I’m sick of your shit why don’t you go take out the trash. And I’m like fine I will but there’d better not be any fucking weird shit in it this time. So I go outside to grab the recycling bins so I can start sorting out this disgusting garbage that’s always lying everywhere all over my fucking house. But amongst the empty recycling bins this is what I find out back:
Now just like always I ignored it and started mixing brown glass, green glass, and tin together. You’re not supposed to do that at all because it’s a federal offense but i do it anyway because all our recycling guys are black and can’t see things in the chromatic spectrum. They always ask me every time, "Hey did you mix any glass with the tin this time? My kid has a rare disease and I don’t want to get fired," and I’m like no way dude I’m completely reformed now and I would never do that to you. But then they drive away and I’m like hahahah fuck yeah I hope your kid’s cerebro-spinal autism faggygitis gets way worse.
But anyway every time I tried to put a tin can in with all the beer bottles this fucking sloth would knock it out of my hands and it would go flying into the woods. Now I may hate women but one thing I will not stand for is polluting. Tons of disease-carrying deer live in those woods and it wouldn’t be right to infringe on their natural habitat with green glass. I’ve had just about enough of this sloth’s bullshit. But every time I tried to kick it’s ass it would just give me this insane smile and stare right into my eyes without blinking, like "What the fuck are you going to do? I have razors for fingers. I’m gonna take your daughter out tonight... gonna show her... my world."
And I was like dude ok you might be an adorable miracle of the natural order with fucking weapons for hands but one thing I will not stand for is you implying that you’re going to ritualistically deflower my potential daughter out tonight. For one thing it’s St. Patrick’s day and all these asshole drivers are everywhere, and on top of that, I don’t want to support your fucking kids after you ditch town to go live in a tree and leave my daughter pregnant Mr. Sloth.
But no matter how many times I ask politely it won’t leave.
Seriously MySpace what should I do because I only have a few hours before the recycling guys get here, if you think about it.
p.s. I make music http://www.myspace.com/eightbitalien