"Kiss me once, kiss me twice. Come on pretty baby, kiss me deadly!"
What's up bitches? I mean people...not bitches, how silly of me. That's just awkward now, addressing my friends as bitches. That's not nice...
Anyways, I'm doing great. Me and Carol are awesome multiplied by itself, which makes us awesome squared. She has been eating up a lot of my time, and that's totally my fault. I've been neglecting a lot of people (bitches) and I'm sorry, when I don't work and have more money, I will get out more.
Speaking of money, a new job is in order, making $100 on average is killing me. Buttsex is not my bag, especially from my job. And now that Chris and Jen are gone, It totally sucks ass now, I'm the only East Detroit kid left.
I hate Samual L. Jackson, with a passion. But can't help but respect what I knew he was doing from the beginning. He new this project sucked ass, he new it. He knew it was the dumbest movie premise to ever be concieved. But he also knew he was SLJ and he could say whatever the hell he wanted to draw more people to this movie. He knew if he kept talking about how badass this movies was he could get all the internet nerds to go see the movie, cause he was mothafuckin Samual L. Jackson. He could cuss and pracitcally do whatever he wanted, besides give out the ending, to sell this movie. And he did. He did the impossible. This movie would've bombed if he didn't do what he did. You're gonna see a TV special on this in the future. E! THS: Snakes on a Plane.
Maybe I should cast him in my first movie.
Carol is motherfucking awesome.
That is all for now.
Anyways, I'm doing great. Me and Carol are awesome multiplied by itself, which makes us awesome squared. She has been eating up a lot of my time, and that's totally my fault. I've been neglecting a lot of people (bitches) and I'm sorry, when I don't work and have more money, I will get out more.
Speaking of money, a new job is in order, making $100 on average is killing me. Buttsex is not my bag, especially from my job. And now that Chris and Jen are gone, It totally sucks ass now, I'm the only East Detroit kid left.
I hate Samual L. Jackson, with a passion. But can't help but respect what I knew he was doing from the beginning. He new this project sucked ass, he new it. He knew it was the dumbest movie premise to ever be concieved. But he also knew he was SLJ and he could say whatever the hell he wanted to draw more people to this movie. He knew if he kept talking about how badass this movies was he could get all the internet nerds to go see the movie, cause he was mothafuckin Samual L. Jackson. He could cuss and pracitcally do whatever he wanted, besides give out the ending, to sell this movie. And he did. He did the impossible. This movie would've bombed if he didn't do what he did. You're gonna see a TV special on this in the future. E! THS: Snakes on a Plane.
Maybe I should cast him in my first movie.
Carol is motherfucking awesome.
That is all for now.