Waiting Games
I was thinking though, when I die I want to be preserved in that goo that they put disecting specimins in so that I can come back to undeadness when the zombie horde attacks. In 2046. On March 12th. At 2:03PM.
11 minutes and still no teacher.
I've decided that my destiny is to be the greatest staple gun shooter in the west. And by west I mean the midwest. And by midwest I mean the greater Chicagoland area. And by that I mean the greatest in my room. I like shooting my TV with staples.
6 Comments:
dude,
a: keep a bucket with you so that you poop when you want to, not when 'they' want you to.
b: you are going to want the goo with the 'aloe' in it. trust me on this.
3: wasting staples is no game. there are societies out there that will bring...you...down. back in 94, i learnt my lesson about the S.P.A.(staple protection agency). you do not want their attention. you heard of the CIA? yeah? think higher. think super clearance. *but if you ever need someone to shoot at, give me a call. you bring the stapler, ill bring the nail gun.
ah, giggles, and laughs, and more giggling. you boys are funny.
yeah, i had to wait for you so we could get lunch. thanks for making me wait 15 more minutes.
loLOooLLLLLOOOOOO i just read your profile and i lolllooooled when i saw that you described duh.ro as verbs and nouns ljoololoolololololollllllooooo. very funnnnnnnnyyyynnnnnnn
airplane.
how come everyone elses blog link has something fun to say about them, but lil ol me has nothing to say when i pause my mouse over my link?
J,
It was a problem of quotation marks. I usually only have problems with semicolons when I code, but everybody gets a head shot every now and then.
YOU UNBLOGGER!!!111!!!one!!!!1
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