Take it, Prude.
I apologize for that last post. The first picture came out fine when i was checking the post, but afterward ballooned into a huge white box that's irritating as fuck to look at. I don't really wanna delete the post though, because Prude made a ridiculous comment on it and I want it to remain there as a reminder to him that he has no business advising me in my choice of costume. I can only hope that he'll forget what he posted, and one day look through old posts and come across it again, only to experience again the bitter taste of embarrassment. It's all the more satisfying to think that he'll have to scroll through my entire giant white block just to read his own ludicrous statement. You can't see me right now, Prude, but I'm grinning like crazy just thinking about what a pain in the ass that day will be for you. I hope you let out a massive noise of disgust all the way from Kennessaw, and I hope I hear it downtown. I'll be kicking back drinking a 40 laughing like there's no tomorrow; you'll be going apeshit, maybe even destroying things around you, perhaps spilling your stout tiramisu on the floor as you wreak havoc on your surroundings. Then you'll see this post again, and you'll be all the more enraged. It's a neverending cycle, Prude, and the thought of that brings me to a state of enlightened bliss. I don't know how they do things in Oklahoma, but around here, we take pride in our creations.
Anyway, I think I'm up for a nap.
Anyway, I think I'm up for a nap.
