AG: I don't see how we're supposed to 8e 8ecoming friends if you recoil from my olive 8ranch like I'm twitching a mummified 8ovine phallus in your direction.
CG: BECOMING FRIENDS, WHAT THE FUCK.
CG: WE WILL NEVER BE FRIENDS, MORON.
AG: Not even h8 friends?
CG: NO. MORE LIKE TWITCHY EYED PROJECTILE VOMITING IN UTTER DISGUST FRIENDS, WHILE I PERFORATE MY BONE BULGE WITH A CULLING FORK.
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Hey guys! I don't suck anymore! I'm awesome! For now...Awesome ideas at 4 in the morning rule.
Check out my iPod abuse. Now with questionable handwriting! - - - - - - - - - - - - Also, while going through my abandoned school bag, I found an improvised story. It isn't as funny as the ones Carnix did, mainly because the 'friend' I made it with was perfectly sane. Obviously inspired by Carnix, as I couldn't resist the use of the word 'pygmy'. Unfortunately, Jenna didn't know the meaning of the word. Sad. Once upon a time, in a hill, there was a town that rode on strange grass pygmy made of candy. An orange bouncing ball told the squirrels to eat the bottoms off chairs. They limped off to eat the sun of the idioms. After blarg, they sat under a book made of pudding. Then, pancake faced balloons were dancing all the time. Pop was hopping through work fields, drenched in purple hair, which was struck by penguin poop. Dead was the master of the pies. He tripped over seas of toothy flies who began to eat the fooglies in the fragglestone. Underneath a piece of dirt markers, loving twinkies, they honk at thyme. Wanting fluffyness as swimmingly pass hats and verrily do numbers on ramen. Thuh, and. Now that I read it, it isn't funny. D: I thought that doing something random like this with a stupid person would turn out funny. It sounds like a childrens story. DAMMIT! I SUCK AGAIN! AND THAT WAS MY LAST GUY! bu na na buh na na nuh nah.... *insert character death noise* Buy the poooooorche maariaaaa! Also, I went nuts, and we're moving, so lucky for you guys, I won't be around for a VERY long time. ... Ah, to hell with it. I'll probably cave and find some way to torture you. *insert series of pointless, painful jokes...with guts man's ass at the end...* |
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