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My stomache...OHHHH MAN My stomache....I worked out the other day and 2 days later, I'm still feeling it. MOTHA FUCKIN RRROOOOOCCCKKKK!!!!!!! YYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIZZZZZZEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....Sorry, listening to Metallica. I don't really have much to say today, which is cool because noone reads this shit anyway. I saw my cousin's place where he's getting married. I felt a weird chill the whole time I was there. The whole scenery felt like some weird concept out of Resident Evil. There was this huge garden clock thing with this whole flower, yin-yang concept going on..........I wanted to climb it. I had a feeling that if I climbed it, I'd unlock some weird secret passage and than fuck the hell outta some zombies....Not really fuck as in have sex with them....That'd be weird. I mean shoot their damned heads off with a motha fa-luvin magnum!!!!! Than those weird killer toad monsters would come out and I'd pull out a shotgun and blow their asses out to smithereens!!!!!!!! Than Nemesis...Than I'd..With the BANG! BANG! BANG!! YYEEA!!!! Than I'd go shoot some gerbils...I'd like to snort some crack. Alright, well enough of that crap. I think I'll go iron my little iron-on shizzz to my jacky-spacky. OUTS BITCH-NIZZLES!!!