Thursday, November 10, 2005
JUST OWNED THE FUCK OUT OF MY NEIGHBOR WITH SOME GENERIC POP ROCKS
DUMBASS GERIATRIC NEIGHBOR JUST BOUGHT TWO PACKS OF POP ROCKS THAT I CUT WITH SEA SALT.
SO FUCKING OWNED.
NOW I'M OFF TO SLING POP ROCKS AT THE PARK.
NO, YOU CAN'T PAY ME TOMORROW, OPIE.
YES, YOU WILL DIE IF YOU DRINK A SODA AFTER SWALLOWING A HANDFUL OF THIS QUALITY SHIT.
LIVE A LITTLE.
MRH,
KEEPS THE PRIMO SHIT FOR HIMSELF.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
I AM ONE OF AN ELITE GROUP CHAUFERRED TO SCHOOL IN A HIGH PERFORMANCE, COMPACT, BUS
YOU ARE RELEGATED TO A LONG UNWIELDLY BUS THAT MAKES A STOP EVER 2 BLOCKS.
WHILE YOU FIGHT WITH THE 6TH GRADERS FOR THE LAST SEAT ON THE BUS, I FIGHT TO GET MY SECOND TWINKIE OF THE MORNING OPEN, FOOL.
OH, YOU DRIVE TO SCHOOL? HOW WAS LISTENING TO YOUR GIRLFRIENDS FAVORITE BOY BAND WHILE SHE TALKS ABOUT CHEERLEADER PRACTICE? SO. FUCKING. OWNED.
MRH,
WARD OF THE STATE
