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my room mate has apparently not heard of these wonderful inventions called fucking headphones.
im sitting at my desk, attempting to not be crushed by flaming catapult missiles in RE4, and his speakers are like, three feet from my face, and he's blaring rap as loud as his speakers will go without exploding of suck.
"You know this isnt exactly Resident Evil playing music right?"
here's where Leon gets crushed by another flaming hellrock.
"You want me to put on some disturbed?"
here's where Ashley gets picked up by some creepy religious zealot dude and carried off while Leon runs after him with a shotgun shooting every which way and hitting nothing.
"That's not what i mean man, could you turn it down, or OFF?"
here's where i look over at him for a second, and there's this look exchanged, i can practically feel lightening bolts zapping my eyebrows. i look back and ive been crushed by another flaming rock from across the castle, or maybe i was cleaved in twain by some scythe wielding psycho-path, i dont really remember.
to make a long story short, im going to try playing tomorrow. and id like to see them make me run a PFA. in the fleet, its every six months right, here they try to make you do one every three weeks. fuck them. im out of school tomorrow, and i think they can fucking eat my asshole.
im going to get those firerock-a-pulting bitches if it takes me all day tomorrow. fuckers.
anyway, i think ill iron and then go to sleep, cause im a squared-away sailor, right?
im sitting at my desk, attempting to not be crushed by flaming catapult missiles in RE4, and his speakers are like, three feet from my face, and he's blaring rap as loud as his speakers will go without exploding of suck.
"You know this isnt exactly Resident Evil playing music right?"
here's where Leon gets crushed by another flaming hellrock.
"You want me to put on some disturbed?"
here's where Ashley gets picked up by some creepy religious zealot dude and carried off while Leon runs after him with a shotgun shooting every which way and hitting nothing.
"That's not what i mean man, could you turn it down, or OFF?"
here's where i look over at him for a second, and there's this look exchanged, i can practically feel lightening bolts zapping my eyebrows. i look back and ive been crushed by another flaming rock from across the castle, or maybe i was cleaved in twain by some scythe wielding psycho-path, i dont really remember.
to make a long story short, im going to try playing tomorrow. and id like to see them make me run a PFA. in the fleet, its every six months right, here they try to make you do one every three weeks. fuck them. im out of school tomorrow, and i think they can fucking eat my asshole.
im going to get those firerock-a-pulting bitches if it takes me all day tomorrow. fuckers.
anyway, i think ill iron and then go to sleep, cause im a squared-away sailor, right?