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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Material?
Posted 01-09-2008 at 07:45 PM by scrab queen
I've run out of things to rant about. Give me some topics. Things that piss you off. Like certian people -FUCK OFF GRANDMA! IM NOT SHUTTING IT OFF!- *ahem* scuse me.
Or stereotypes. or the fact that only stupid people or people full of lunch meat and lies can be world leaders. Because a majority of us are made of the same things. I need material for my book of truth. |
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