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I would like to dedicate this entry to one of the craziest people I know. I did not know Kristie Bucklin until this year, but let me tell you, she is fucking awesome. Not quite as awesome as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles, but still pretty damn awesome.
So I was wandering around Thomas Marshall's grandparents house, and somebody begins telling a story about a hidden dead baby, trapped within the confines of the mansion. Naturally, I take the story to be bogus. Little did I know, Thomas' grandparents actually have a dead, aborted fetus in a glass jar, floating in fermaldehyde. I kid you not. It's in a cupboard in the downstairs bathroom. A fucking baby. In a glass jar. Let me repeat that for you... a dead motherfucking baby in a fucking glass jar. Fuck me.
A bunch of sources have just confirmed the occurrence of multiple gunshots. I hope they didn't get Julio. Julio did nothing wrong. Julio was a poor boy, growing up in southern indiana. His parents were Venezuelan and his parrot came from the Bahamas. He moved southern indiana when he figured out southern indiana held no future. Except for gas station positions. Julio wanted nothing to do with gas stations. His girlfriend, Pueblamita, worked at a gas station. He was forced to say goodbye to Pueblamita because gas stations would drag him down. Gas stations are the devil. So Julio moved to Idaho, where he met a Venezuelan record producer, who offered him a singing career. Julio became famous for writing the theme music to Blues Clues and Dora the Explorer. Unfortuantely, he and Dora had a wild love affair, which pissed off Map.
So my theory is that Map fired the gunshots. That or angry puerto rican thugs being chased by white people. White people always chase stuff. I know I chase stuff. Because, yes, you might have guessed it, I am white. Sometimes I wish I was Mexican. Then I'm like.. wait... what the fuck am I thinking, and get back to drinking my lemonade and yelling at my many migrant workers.
Yes I own migrant workers. No it's not slavery. Slavery is wrong. Unless the slaves are actually actors pretending to be slaves. Then slavery is cool dude! Ever seen Amistad? Yeah... go slavery.
Ok, Kristie, I updated just for you. I'm so tired, you better comment. If you dont comment I will never... um.... well im not sure what, but it will be big!
later folks
So I was wandering around Thomas Marshall's grandparents house, and somebody begins telling a story about a hidden dead baby, trapped within the confines of the mansion. Naturally, I take the story to be bogus. Little did I know, Thomas' grandparents actually have a dead, aborted fetus in a glass jar, floating in fermaldehyde. I kid you not. It's in a cupboard in the downstairs bathroom. A fucking baby. In a glass jar. Let me repeat that for you... a dead motherfucking baby in a fucking glass jar. Fuck me.
A bunch of sources have just confirmed the occurrence of multiple gunshots. I hope they didn't get Julio. Julio did nothing wrong. Julio was a poor boy, growing up in southern indiana. His parents were Venezuelan and his parrot came from the Bahamas. He moved southern indiana when he figured out southern indiana held no future. Except for gas station positions. Julio wanted nothing to do with gas stations. His girlfriend, Pueblamita, worked at a gas station. He was forced to say goodbye to Pueblamita because gas stations would drag him down. Gas stations are the devil. So Julio moved to Idaho, where he met a Venezuelan record producer, who offered him a singing career. Julio became famous for writing the theme music to Blues Clues and Dora the Explorer. Unfortuantely, he and Dora had a wild love affair, which pissed off Map.
So my theory is that Map fired the gunshots. That or angry puerto rican thugs being chased by white people. White people always chase stuff. I know I chase stuff. Because, yes, you might have guessed it, I am white. Sometimes I wish I was Mexican. Then I'm like.. wait... what the fuck am I thinking, and get back to drinking my lemonade and yelling at my many migrant workers.
Yes I own migrant workers. No it's not slavery. Slavery is wrong. Unless the slaves are actually actors pretending to be slaves. Then slavery is cool dude! Ever seen Amistad? Yeah... go slavery.
Ok, Kristie, I updated just for you. I'm so tired, you better comment. If you dont comment I will never... um.... well im not sure what, but it will be big!
later folks