I AM THE WALRUS...Really, I am...
I had something to say, but then I forgot it. Which makes this post utterly pointless and wasteful. Don't you hate it when that happens? Eh, oh well. I think I'll go the gym now and go feel uncomfortable around people who don't have junk in their trunks. Stupid skinny bitches. And if you consider yourself a skinny bitch on my friends list, don't feel offended. It's not your fault that my ass is about the size of a small third world country.
*wibble*
Oh, yeah. Now I remember. My sister told me that Justin was engaged to Cameron? Not that I really care, since I've finally de-nsync-a-fied myself, but I just wanted to know if the state of California is actually allowing for celebrities to marry horses. Wait, I shouldn't call Cameron a horse. I might offend all of the real horses that actually want to marry Justin. Cameron is just plainly befugly. I apologize, Mr. Ed.
(By the way, de-nsync-a-fication doesn't mean that I don't like nsync, jc, joshtin, etc. It just means that I don't have time to invest my...time, if they aren't going to do much. Whatever.)
*wibble*
Oh, yeah. Now I remember. My sister told me that Justin was engaged to Cameron? Not that I really care, since I've finally de-nsync-a-fied myself, but I just wanted to know if the state of California is actually allowing for celebrities to marry horses. Wait, I shouldn't call Cameron a horse. I might offend all of the real horses that actually want to marry Justin. Cameron is just plainly befugly. I apologize, Mr. Ed.
(By the way, de-nsync-a-fication doesn't mean that I don't like nsync, jc, joshtin, etc. It just means that I don't have time to invest my...time, if they aren't going to do much. Whatever.)