Sunday, March 18, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
The Thing In the Myst.
Sorry I haven't been able to be able to be able to make a post recently. I have been forming a band with my friend Blue Eyes White Dragon. He plays almost about anything. Anyways. I was getting off topic (Lol \o/) So since I'm a ghetto capitalist and I swipe my EBT axe for just about anything. I decided to buy a brand new computer in my brand new lawn. I've been watching this really good show called Mr.Poo about a time traveling super meatball hero sub who steals peoples enemas in the past and drinks them in the distant future, he also has a pet monkey named Feffy. Yes. It's a pretty shitty name for a monkey. ANYWAYS. I decided that I wanted to go more into investigating into this tall man gay. My wife has been chanting his name and he really scares me. I went to the graveyard behind me lawn to see if I can locate the tall gay. To make it more convenient for him to find me, I went at approx 4 a.m. Just before my routine brand soggy biscuit with ghetto capitalist rawberry milk. When I went to the graveyard he saw me masturbating furiously. I went over to Streetlight and asked him for a Fleshlight, and a Manifesto. He gave me one and I used it to clap on-clap off. Then the tall gay with no smegma went up to me and told me that i needed to go to sleep.
I woke up the next day on my lawn with nothing buy boxers and hummus and pita. I finished the pita and realised I was burnt by the sun, I went inside to get tp to find Blue Eyes White Dragon and Frodo making out without me. I was sad. Tomorrow Frodo and I are going to the poop store to buy more Mr.Poo and his time traveling adventures. I feel as if there is a lukewarm sensation going down my throat as I type this.
I woke up the next day on my lawn with nothing buy boxers and hummus and pita. I finished the pita and realised I was burnt by the sun, I went inside to get tp to find Blue Eyes White Dragon and Frodo making out without me. I was sad. Tomorrow Frodo and I are going to the poop store to buy more Mr.Poo and his time traveling adventures. I feel as if there is a lukewarm sensation going down my throat as I type this.
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