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Yea so like this one time, i had a live journal and shit. The live journal was never updated and many were very upset, even angered! I was surely in a sticky situation, yet my huge obstacles in life prevent me from keeping something as such as a live journal. Outstandingly increduluous problems like not being a stoner and keeping myself groomed were growing in numbers and not showing any signs of stopping - but i continued on and on. Like they say, "you gotta keep movin on movin on", though my true life motto is "fhuck dat shit". So i did keep on my journey, yet painfully. By this time right now, i'm high, bored, and inconsumated with this writing. Therefore, I'm destroying my "1-liner" journal and upgrading to a large format update, which in turn if is looked at in the eyes of a "1-liner" journal, this is probably like a 1000 sentences, so right there that's approximately 2.7 years of content. Not bad, eh? - i think so. Continuing - so as the fierce crowds are angry peasants awaited for me to show myself, I called to arms an elite ten finger...err..man group to combat this imminent quagmire i was surely in. There were 2 thin, fast paced fighters which due to their small stature, only served as a distraction fore they were barely touched in battle. There were a series of 4 Light Gunners, 2 Mid Ranged Swordsman, and finally two tanks of men - the Axe man. They put on the armor, got their weapons ready for battle, if it came to that. As Pinjo readied his men, they had fear that they were too late - for, they hadn't fought to keep peace since the beginning of the month. Pinjo quickly ensured his men that so would die, but it was the way of the sword. The way of the legendary knights. With the peasants quickly readied with their makeshift weaponary and torches, the draw bridge from the epic godlike castle of Sir Pinjo's Kingdom of Binkalot lowering to reveil shadows, like the darkness they emerged from, they struck fear into roiters. A group of small radicals were not ready to stand down, and struck - running with furious intensity straight for the knights, into the darkness. All but a few screams were heard along with the sound of slicing flesh. The throng stood in horror - for they were definitely over their heads. Slowly, the 10 men emerged from the darkness. They reached the bridge gates and halt. Confused, the villagers wondered why these men were in cloaks. Yet before they pondered that too hard, the ten men threw off their cloaks and reveiled something so horrifying and unexpected, their hearts stopped. Pinjo updated his live journal. Fuck you all. Except for Nicole - i love you. Ryan - since you're gunna call me a faggot, fuck you more. a lot more. To ebaumsworldaloni - yes i just did call you ebaumsworldaloni. Fuck dat shit and goodnight.
yo....chips............yo...chipset....get me some potatos chipset.....
yo....chips............yo...chipset....get me some potatos chipset.....