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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The simple things in life...
Posted 01-20-2009 at 01:50 PM by scrab queen
There's this tree in my backyard that I like to climb and sit in when the rest of the world is being a giant shithead. I've been staying there for most of the time now (except when it's fucking freezing) because of the two invaders from retard-land.
I was dozing there this mornin' when I was nearly scared shitless. The local hawk came and pertched about an arm's length away and stared at me until I sneezed. It was amazing. |
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