sick
what a shitty week so far...i've been sick with strep throat and a fever all week; however i've helped out with mock rock all week. Our dances are kickass...mock rock is ours and so is the President's Cup...
Until next time...peace out
Until next time...peace out
AS your career progresses you begin having doubts about your life and the way you're living it. you begin to go in to deep sessions of thought and find that the only way to clear your mind is by smoking a joint or two. You become addicted to weed AND in a half-baked epiphany, you write you song "I'm not a Pimp, not yet a man-whore" to which you sell millions of copies worldwide. You're now Rich, powerful (in the middle school world) and have a greenhouse full of cannibus plants. You become addicted to Absinthe, and, after reading about Van gogh chopping his ear off, you get ideas. On your next trip off Absinthe, you think your penis is a snake trying to kill you. Using a knife, you promptly part with it...bad idea...you wake up the next morning in complete and total horror as you see your beloved penis on the pillow next to you. a horriblel thing to wake up to...between a good woman...and my own penis, I'd choose to wake up next to a good woman. Anyway, you are rushed immediately to the hospital where they give you drug tests and find massive amount of cannibus, thujone and fat girl Juice. People begin to think you're starting to follow the trend of Michael Jackson, who hides things...in his anus....you must not let this get out to the press.......
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