SLAMMING INTO YOU AT THE SPEED OF A THROWN SLICE OF BREAD

Feb 20, 2009 05:00

Jamie: (going through my mp3 folder) Lisa, we need to talk about your Def Leppard collection.

WTFEVS.

I'M IN AN AWESOME MOOD LATELY AND IT'S ABOUT TIME. NOTE MY FUCKIN AWESOME MOOD CAPSLOCKING. I skipped school yesterday because I'm fucking PSYCHIC and sho nuff sea lion nuts I got an e-mail from the prof saying he forgot to pass out the attendance sheet so I totally didn't lose points. I'M SO PUMPED I COULD BREAK A BOTTLE OVER MY HEAD. I COULD KICK AN APPLE AND WHEN IT LANDS IT LANDS IN SLICES. I COULD PUT MY TEXTBOOKS IN THE BACK OF A CAR THEN CLIMB UNDER THE CAR AND LIFT IT ONTO MY BACK AND WEAR IT AROUND LIKE A BACKPACK.

You know what enough fuckin caps. You're fuckin fired, caps. This is the font recession and you're fuckin downsized. You see because they are caps. I'M NOT GOING TO DRAW YOU A MAP. Saddle up a pony and get the fuck out of my barn.

BARN FIRE. You lose all your chickens. Your losses in chicken damages exceed closing costs, you must sell the farm.

cool story bro, no u, collegiate what have you

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