Tangled Cords should burn in a toxic pit of black death.
Shibidi wakaman and take that Jack. I don't wanna hear yo smack. Buy me a pizza and some olives too. Then the fridge wont seem so coo. Remember the day I trained your monkey to lick frozen flagpoles by snapping my fingers during the summertime and smearing grubs and worms on it? He came running like "Shit Shit gotta eat!"... little did he know... i was planning... planning way in advance... to get him stuck to a flagpole. When little GloryHole bolted out of nowhere when he heard my three snaps, he propelled himself head first toward the flag pole. He had not had any worms and grubs since summer. He was excited. Too excited. He smashed into the pole and suffered massive head trauma. He lived for only 4 more days, and in that time was more like a retarded albino child than anything. So.. basically, I am sorry for the preplanned death of GloryHole. Although it wasn't my intention to make him retarded and kill him. I just wanted to see him get stuck to a flagpole.
I remember last week I was like.. "Jesus... I have so much crazy ass shit coming up. I dont know what I'm going to do. i like mashed potatoes." But now, everything I was looking forward to is over. We went to Outdoor Ed, we had the prom, and we went to Darien Lake. It seems the only things I have to look forward do are Amy's dance recital (you best believe I'm coming) and graduation. I'm actually really sad that its all over.. but I know that thanks to one person, I'll never forget my senior year. Unless I get alzheimers. Then... then I just lied. But it doesn't count.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the 20's and teach people how to grind. Well, I wouldn't do it of course.. I'm not really good at it.. but I would bring an instruction manual. Then I would laugh as gangsters with cigars pounded flappers on the dance floor. Of course then I would slowly realize that my actions completely fucked up history. Sword fighting was common in the present day and people gave people handjobs in the park as commonly as they walked dogs. I would ultimately discover that I enjoyed sword fighting and handjobs in the park, so I would destroy the time machine and use the spare parts to build model trains. That can fly. Yeah.
If you see a African Wildebeast Man walking around, dont panic. Just give him some Big League Chew and rub him under his chin. Whatever you do.. do not panic. For the love of God, do not panic.
Goodbye. All of you.
I remember last week I was like.. "Jesus... I have so much crazy ass shit coming up. I dont know what I'm going to do. i like mashed potatoes." But now, everything I was looking forward to is over. We went to Outdoor Ed, we had the prom, and we went to Darien Lake. It seems the only things I have to look forward do are Amy's dance recital (you best believe I'm coming) and graduation. I'm actually really sad that its all over.. but I know that thanks to one person, I'll never forget my senior year. Unless I get alzheimers. Then... then I just lied. But it doesn't count.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to the 20's and teach people how to grind. Well, I wouldn't do it of course.. I'm not really good at it.. but I would bring an instruction manual. Then I would laugh as gangsters with cigars pounded flappers on the dance floor. Of course then I would slowly realize that my actions completely fucked up history. Sword fighting was common in the present day and people gave people handjobs in the park as commonly as they walked dogs. I would ultimately discover that I enjoyed sword fighting and handjobs in the park, so I would destroy the time machine and use the spare parts to build model trains. That can fly. Yeah.
If you see a African Wildebeast Man walking around, dont panic. Just give him some Big League Chew and rub him under his chin. Whatever you do.. do not panic. For the love of God, do not panic.
Goodbye. All of you.