I turned 17 on june 23, and none of you bastards wished me a happy...um...plopping from womb day..no- no wait, that's not it...
anyway, because no one wished me a happy birthday, I'm afraid I've gone rather insane. I know, I know, it's like finding out your mother has an extra nipple on her back. You get used to it, you just pray she doesn't decide to sport a halter top or a two piece bikini in public.
I remember this one time there was this dog and he started barking at me and bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark and so then I yelled at him for not wishing me a happy birthday, like none of you bastards gave me. In return he showed me the trick to immortality. First, you take a gun, place it to your temple, and urinate on yourself. Then, you'll live forever.
Like I said, I've gone insane.
Bastards.
Now, I'm sure I'll get some of the users saying this was all spam, and you're right. It's mindless dribble, and I enjoyed every key stroking moment of it. I'm actually surprised I haven't been 'warned' already. Some of my more recent posts have been...*ahem*..questionable. anyway, this is your favorite insane intern, signing off for the evening.
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