Hey mom, I sniffed coke off a crackwhore's ass!!

[sodomy_laws]

Today was pretty cool. Randomly, Chris called me and we hung out. We went to the mall and it was lame, we played pokemon gold and silver against eachother and it was siqqqqq. We saw some mexicans and they said to Chris, "Ew, are you gay? Only gay people wear tight pants." So, we went up to them and totally rubbed them down and asked them if they wanted hand-jobs. They left. We went to target, my mom picked us up and took us there. On the way, Chris told my mom that he has Hummus, my dad said, "what's this? you and your homos. You some kinda gay?". My mom seriously thinks I'm gay, haha. I was in target and she said, "you were doing drugs today, weren't you?" I said, "yeaaaah, I went to the book store and I totally sniffed coke off of a hookers ass, just like Doogie Howzer, bitch"....Somehow, she feels that makes me homosexual. Maybe it's the fact that I know who Doogie Howzer is, DOOGIE HOWZER M.D. for life, bitch. Anyway, we came back to his house and got bored so, around 11:30 we left to get some soda at rite-aid. I took off my clothes and walked through the apartment complex. It was nice, a nice cool breeze out tonight. Anyway, I put my clothes back on and we walked out of the complex and down the street, where a police officer pulled us over and told us to get on the ground. I was scared that he saw my privates and I was going to get in trouble, but, actually he was pissed because he thought Chris gave him the middle finger. The officer asked where our parents were, and chris said, "Oh, I killed them and ate them". I agreed. The officer gave us the strangest look I have ever seen, well, after that he took us back to our house...then we walked back to rite-aid and bought sodas. We went into the toy isle and I got naked again, chris took a picture of me getting naked and playing a plastic trumpet, it was siq. Chris asked the clerk for some Camel Turkish Royales and she actually gave them to us. It was siqqqqqqqqqq. Chris asked the cashier if she had myspace. She did not have a myspace, so I decided to lecture her on the importance of nutmeg :wtf:. I had to explain it to her in haiku form. We came home and played with playdough, we got the 24 colour set, with 20 accessories, we made this thing that I like to call "MONSTER ISLAND". It's the best thing ever. I'll show you it if Chris took some pix of it. I took his little sister's keyboard and I've been keyboarding the same song for 30 minutes. Chris is passed out on the floor and I am VERY tempted to have my way with him. But, I won't. I'm not that kind of boy.
You make fuck to Chris, not love.
And, I'm a love maker, baby.

I'm probably going to crash right now. Tomarrow is going to be nice. We're going to the army navy to buy a tent. Then, we're off to that national forest where the 8 year old girl was raped and killed, because we're going camping. Yeah, I'm spending 2 nights I guess, which sucks because I'm having withdrawls from not talking to Traci, Khalid, Rick, Tim, and Tanya. I have an idea, Traci, if you get this message, come over and go camping with us. I need someone to be there to hold me if Chris goes bi-polar insane. Rick should come too because I enjoy his nips. Khalid shoud come so he can slap his arab meat across Mohammed's face. Tim should come too and m00t on Tanya's face. It'll be a fuckin party!