Friday, April 3, 2009

we be poopin

i had french fries and poptarts for dinner. im skating a thin line between reliving the giddy joy of childhood innocence, and the very tragic realization that im old and single and poor. fuuuudge.


"thats it, no pap smear for you!" oh south park, you never fail. youve reinvigorated the good name of queef jokes, added a new life to a joke that never really stopped being funny in the first place. 

new orleans is all about flashin yo shit, so in the spirit of unabashed flaunting, ive been trying to create a flag. maybe with balls on it. balls, waving majestically in the wind.



take oooonnn meeee! taaaake meeeee ooooon! ill be goooone, in a day or twOOOOOO!!

imabadassassassin
omg, omg! fast and furious! omg, i knew it! i knew import car racing culture would never die. souped up 1999 honda civics, i am pumped! 


bryan stole the internuts. or i guess more specifically, he put the modem in his room. its like the stone ages all over again. me type on rock, rock make clicky clack. me want prons!!

ive entered the world of music pirating. i feel soo dirty. 

it could also be cause we ran out of toilet paper. its hard being your own mommy. 

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