hackity hack, you don't talk back.
So I pretty much just got home from stratford and have been sitting in front of the computer reliving it all moment by moment and jammin to some good ol BSB. THEN I decide I might check to see what cool kids are online.. and my msn tells me that I don't know my password. gee fucking whiz! after re-typing it like 19 times, I came to the conclusion that some big poo hacked my account. THEN i remembered in grade 7 "L.A." (lol remember when we used to call english that? weird..) Ms. Derry was inquiring about our ambitions for the future and Martin just told her straight up that he was going to become a hacker. what a foxy_bulgarian_hacker_4_lyfe@hotmail.com. Anyways, the point is that I'm not pointing any pointing sticks, but like everyone knows my password so if this is some kind of sick sick joke then I'll make sure to find out who was behind it and get Martin to hack the shit out of you. terrible visual.
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