See my niggas don't dance, we just pull up our pants and SHOOT OURSELVES BECAUSE THAT SONG SUCKS ASS
Drew and Sean were the only people to comment on my last post. Thank you Drew and Sean. For the rest of you, what the fuck? After I write all that, you have nothing to say? I'm hurt.
Today I went to Fitchburg State to meet with the football coaches, some of the players, and take a tour of the school (again). 'Twas informative and worthwhile. I like that school, I think I just may end up going there. That's dependent on my admission (hopefully) to Emerson. I still haven't heard from either of those schools yet.
Yesterday we had to clean the house. My mom was like "Dan, put some music on your stereo and get to work. You have to clean everything off your bookshelf blah blah blah blah....." So I put in a few choice cd's, selected one, then skipped to a certain track, and cranked the volume.
And at 8:30 in the morning, all that could be heard in my house was the sound of rain, thunder, and
DUN DUN DUN
Fucking sweet.
Start your day off the unholy way with SLAYER Pops. Now with "666," Pentagram, and Swaztika marshmallows. Add milk and watch the milk turn to blood red. That's SLAYER Pops. More Satan in one bowl than in any other breakfast cereal.
Have a nice day.
- Dan Man