Lets
Lets start a Riot . . . A riot, let's start a riot. A rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiioooooooooooooootttttttttttttttttt.
Ahem. Sorry. In the meantime. RIOT ALERM.
I've determined that a boxing match without a round limit is unfair, therefore shouldn't be utilized. So life, I offer you a new challenge. UFC BITCHES.
I'm unsure why but my head is kinda buzzing right now so I'm like wheeee.
Damn blood, we just dropped a hella big blunt blood. Were so fucking high right now blood. Ahahaha. I do kinda feel like that at the moment. Alright Mister, Dismount the Banister!
So, Its time to beat the pimps with their canes.
And the two bitches need to make up their fucking mind about what constitutes good friends and what constitutes being ON SOMEBODY'S BALLS. OH. MY. GOD. If they're not careful, they're gonna be on the wrong end of the pimp cane and I'd hate to see that for either of them. Unless of course, they're both on the end of my pimp cane. In that case, be my guest. Please.
In the meantime, I need to do my SIR, need to do the housing thing, need to do my Senior Project, need to do so much stuff and I'm sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo not motivated. Its great. And I need to get on that whole business about the business giving and receiving and stuff.
I like the Three Days Grace record. Its good stuff.