You're all so fucking boring. Do something.

Assholes.

Here. Have a topic:

TITS.

I don't care if you have 'em, if you're scared of 'em, or if you talk about the fucking bird.

JUST TALK.

YOU'RE TOO QUIET.

FUCKERS.

All of the snow is gone, and the neighbors made me and Kubo-chan take down the pissing reindeer.

Something about it being a month past Christmas.

Who cares. It was still funny.

Kubo-chan hasn't been around in a while. I miss him.

Entertain me. Now.

New Year, huh.

I just woke up from what I think was a wicked hangover. What the hell happened?

And where are my pants?

So. Where are the two assholes who said they wanted to fight me?

I'm waiting. Don't make a threat unless you're gonna go through with it!

Kubo-chan and I have a pissing reindeer statue in front of our door now.

And we decorated the apartment with lights!

...It's only my second Christmas, technically. So shut up. I'm allowed to have fun.

Kubo-chan.

Home.

Now.

Shit. I think I broke something.

I hate going to the damn vet.

Thanks. Assholes.

AND WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT:


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Listen up all you fucktards.

ONLY I CAN CALL KUBOTA "KUBO-CHAN".

Just so you all know.