With A Name Like Smuckers, It Has To Be good!
i probably had the worst morning in my life. i woke up late, and i cant tell u the depressed feelings that shot my heart into pieces, when i looked out the window and saw no snow. not even a lil microscopic flake. nothing at all. so im like, "shit man, i was countin on the day off"
so none of my homework is done(nothin new there)and i was late. THEN, my duschbag of a father kicks me out the house when i wasnt ready, because he didnt want me to be late. so then he drops me and tommy off at school, and what do i do? i turn right back around.
fuck that, i wasnt ready man
so then i got ready for school, and let me tell u folks, i took my sweetass time. strolled in as 2nd block was beginning, because im gangsta like that. then i prayed
and prayed
and prayed
that practice would be cancelled. and it was!!! thank u lord. not even for today, but for tomorrow morning too. thats such a relief. so now im up to my balls in snow, and i was chillin in it with michelle jus now. yep, it wasnt cold outside, but we went inside anyway...u guys are wimps.
JHOP2211: i really cant get up
Crappyjoes: they got viagra for that
Crappyjoes: its a common problem
JHOP2211: i know but that wont work
Crappyjoes: hmm
Crappyjoes: look at porn
JHOP2211: yea lolol
JHOP2211: thats not gonna help me get my poems tho
Crappyjoes: we were talking about poems?
JHOP2211: yea dickhead lololol
Crappyjoes: oh well in that case...
Crappyjoes: go look at some porn
JHOP2211: lololol
School is pissing me off so much right now. Afr. Amer. Lit. is SOOOO boring. dear lord, and people wonder why im always late to class. the less time i spend in there the better. but im thankful for that class, because my next block im with... the stupid nazi's class, who gives u crazyass homework. hmm...this is a good time to rant.
Dear Mrs. Forsell(how did u get married?),
You are scum. Nazi scum. The term paper is whack, and i should have longer than jan.5 to hand it in. ur class is pointless, and we do no work in that class. instead, u give us mounds of homework every night, which i never do because its JUST TOO MUCH. please, kathy, please. just give us less work. give it to us in class if possible.
wait
i just realized.
its partly my fault she gives us all that work. im always distracting her. dear lord...
im a duschbag.
eh, who cares.
man, see. i always write longer than i plan to. and this is all random junk that i dont think any of u who read this care about.
yellowcard, ocean ave. : get this freakin cd. or u shall be bitch slapped
ive got about a million emotions bottled up inside, yet nothing is coming to me. so i shall go now, and keep this bottle sealed.
and ill leave u with a retarded poem. but hey man, it rhymes, and its made by urs truly.
what more could u ask for...
Timmy
Timmy was a man who had a rough life.
He had a bad job and hated his wife.
His kids looked unbelievably busted.
And all of his friends couldn’t be trusted.
So what does Timmy decide to do?
He buys a shotgun that’s brand-spanking new
With a plan to kill all the idiots around
Watch them as they all die on the ground
But Timmy couldn’t give the trigger a squeeze
Because he suddenly began enjoying the breeze
So he walks home from the store with a smile on his face
When somebody bumps into him and calls him a disgrace
So Timmy decides that something must be wrong with HIM
So he lifts up his gun, the chances of living are slim
When suddenly he hears two men, one white one black
Arguing over which race is life’s awful plaque.
And as soon as the intensity grew
Timmy took the gun and shot the two
Then he walked home with a new outlook on life
But he still had to kill his kids and his wife.
so none of my homework is done(nothin new there)and i was late. THEN, my duschbag of a father kicks me out the house when i wasnt ready, because he didnt want me to be late. so then he drops me and tommy off at school, and what do i do? i turn right back around.
fuck that, i wasnt ready man
so then i got ready for school, and let me tell u folks, i took my sweetass time. strolled in as 2nd block was beginning, because im gangsta like that. then i prayed
and prayed
and prayed
that practice would be cancelled. and it was!!! thank u lord. not even for today, but for tomorrow morning too. thats such a relief. so now im up to my balls in snow, and i was chillin in it with michelle jus now. yep, it wasnt cold outside, but we went inside anyway...u guys are wimps.
JHOP2211: i really cant get up
Crappyjoes: they got viagra for that
Crappyjoes: its a common problem
JHOP2211: i know but that wont work
Crappyjoes: hmm
Crappyjoes: look at porn
JHOP2211: yea lolol
JHOP2211: thats not gonna help me get my poems tho
Crappyjoes: we were talking about poems?
JHOP2211: yea dickhead lololol
Crappyjoes: oh well in that case...
Crappyjoes: go look at some porn
JHOP2211: lololol
School is pissing me off so much right now. Afr. Amer. Lit. is SOOOO boring. dear lord, and people wonder why im always late to class. the less time i spend in there the better. but im thankful for that class, because my next block im with... the stupid nazi's class, who gives u crazyass homework. hmm...this is a good time to rant.
Dear Mrs. Forsell(how did u get married?),
You are scum. Nazi scum. The term paper is whack, and i should have longer than jan.5 to hand it in. ur class is pointless, and we do no work in that class. instead, u give us mounds of homework every night, which i never do because its JUST TOO MUCH. please, kathy, please. just give us less work. give it to us in class if possible.
wait
i just realized.
its partly my fault she gives us all that work. im always distracting her. dear lord...
im a duschbag.
eh, who cares.
man, see. i always write longer than i plan to. and this is all random junk that i dont think any of u who read this care about.
yellowcard, ocean ave. : get this freakin cd. or u shall be bitch slapped
ive got about a million emotions bottled up inside, yet nothing is coming to me. so i shall go now, and keep this bottle sealed.
and ill leave u with a retarded poem. but hey man, it rhymes, and its made by urs truly.
what more could u ask for...
Timmy
Timmy was a man who had a rough life.
He had a bad job and hated his wife.
His kids looked unbelievably busted.
And all of his friends couldn’t be trusted.
So what does Timmy decide to do?
He buys a shotgun that’s brand-spanking new
With a plan to kill all the idiots around
Watch them as they all die on the ground
But Timmy couldn’t give the trigger a squeeze
Because he suddenly began enjoying the breeze
So he walks home from the store with a smile on his face
When somebody bumps into him and calls him a disgrace
So Timmy decides that something must be wrong with HIM
So he lifts up his gun, the chances of living are slim
When suddenly he hears two men, one white one black
Arguing over which race is life’s awful plaque.
And as soon as the intensity grew
Timmy took the gun and shot the two
Then he walked home with a new outlook on life
But he still had to kill his kids and his wife.