Finals week
I wish i was an indian...frolicking through the tall grass...buck naked...one with the world...soda would flow from rivers...fries would grow like grass...cows would poop out steaks...it would rain tater tots...and snow ice cream...i'd build a double decker teepe...for my and my trophy wife....we'd eat juicy and sweet buffulo...brooke burke and the king would bring me a tendercrisp bacon ranch sandwich everyday...rugby would the national sport...i'd have wicked cool theme music...bacon would peel off of pigs...bees would all be dead...and honey would come from....giraffees...mmmmm...giraffee....cotton candy would grow from trees...im oh so tired...and very sick...and its finals week...paul sleep now...goodnight cruel world