I'm going to start a web ordering company that sends really sweet innocent things through the mail in highly pervy labeled boxes. Things like, cookies, and hand knit sweaters, maybe some old-time stripped hard candy, or things with pictures of baby animals on them. You know, so you decide to send your sarcastic buddy a batch of so-and-so's famous ( Read more... )

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand another panic attack. Awesome.

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Hummm. Huh? .... eh... uh... hummm. Don't know what to dooooo. Don't know what to dooooOOOooo. I have become confused. Where am I going? What am I doing? Whose going to stick around. I guess I'll go on my va-ca thing home and decide then.

Prickly.

Kind of proud of myself. Lets keep this going shall we?

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

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Yep, prediction affermative. It lasted about a week exactly. Its all rotting from the inside now. I'm retarded and want to go home.

So I was thinking about all the things I did as a child that I thought were really fun, but now I reflect upon them and realize just how dangerous I was as a child. I mean, I played games like "wait until a car comes" where the object of the game was to stand in the street singing "wait until a car comes" until a car came. There was playing in ( Read more... )