TO BEGIN, IN THE TIMELESS WORDS OF JAY-Z, "NIGGA, WHAT?".

Feb 01, 2008 12:40

wtf am i doing back here you say? bored. and sick. but mostly bored. And apparently my sick-non-skool going makes me a LURKER. 0_0

yeah soooooooooos many ppl left here.

AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHATS REALLY FUCKED UP? THE F ON MY KEYBOARD KEEPS FUCKING STICKING AND MAKES IT REALLY ANNOYING TO TYPE FUCK.

THAT IS SEROUSLY FUCKED UP.

IF SATAN AND VOLDEMORT AND THAT FAT PERCUSSION BITCH JEN COULD SOMEHOW GET TOGETHER AND HAVE A BABY, AND IF THAT BABY GREW UP AND WAS EXPOSED TO RADIATION POISONING AND THEN HAD ITS FACE DIPPED IN ACID, AND THEN STARTED SEXING UP AL GORE INSTEAD OF JOSH GROBIN, THIS WOULD BE MORE FUCKED UP THAN THAT.

TRUFAX.

and i bet you can't even remember who's account this is. If you do i'll give you the internet.

SO I MUST END THIS ENTRY IN THE CLASSIC, IMMORTAL WORDS OF MC HAMMER,

"CAN'T TOUCH THIS."
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