I've got pinto beans, homemade and canned pickles, spoiled milk (Perhaps for cornbread),
and some kind of lunch meat.. Smoked ham I think.
That's gotta do me until the third of next month, it's going to be
a hard one.

I fart on my hands for warmth.

very Christmassy.

Ahahah faiiiiiiiiiil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This one Christmas, we were extra poor, and didn't have any money for Christmas candy. So, I goes out of my box and goes to a neighbors. I says to him, I says "gimme some candy". He goes "No way". So I stabbed him and took his psone games. I then took them home and played them. I was pretty fat from eating too many Christmas candies sos I had surgery. I'm going to sell these games and get subways.

Good lord, I'm never living in Detroit.

There are no contradictions in my story none i am a man without contradictions.

Detroit and Turin are the only cities where you can go to the Movement Electronic Festival.

Detroit builds robots too?

WHAT I AM SO GOING

I vote for wings of fire! Also, I love candy canes.. :|

you vote WoF for fucking everything.

which isn't a bad idea.

I vote WoF for fucking everything, it sounds like a plan.

But Joe smells like purity.

What on earth has that got to do with fucking?

You know nothing. NOTHING.

I know less than more but more than many who know less :(.

*pats head* There there. Shut up.

Although it didn't snow today, the blistering sun burnt the cardboard roof of my house, the new one we got after the old one was eaten by the next beggar's stupid pet rat that he found in Charing Cross Sewer.
Anyway, this morning I tried mowing the lawn, but the blade of my butterknife broke, and we won't have enough money for a new one 'til next year, so we'll just have to let the damned grass grow, I suppose.
Also one of the windows got broken because I stretched out in my sleep, but we stuck it back together with Dad's spittle, so it should be fine.
For breakfast I had a slice of grasshopper which was attracted by our over-grown lawn, spread with the last scrapings of butter off a packet I managed to find in the dump.
Lunch we didn't get, because we were too busy shovelling cow pats off the driveway, but at least it gave us a sizeable dinner.

I fucking love mince pies. And of course, someone will fix that to 'I love fucking mince pies'. But we'll ignore that, shall we? Dark chocolate is the best of the three chocolates.

Mmm, pie..

Fix'd.

I've been eating paneton, AiN. Yummy.