| Occasionally, there are those days when you wish you had a Mac-10 with the unlimited ammo cheat and you could spray your entire neighborhood before turning the gun on yourself at the exact moment the SWAT team shows up. They generally seem to coincide with the BORING BORING BORING days I'm forced to spend at my house by myself.
At least I've got Sleep. And LOUD speakers.
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| LOAD BONGS *WHHEEEEE* NOT GUNS
IF YOU WANT TO BLOW SKY HIGH
TAKE ANOTHER HIT, LET'S FLY!
"What's so wrong about it? It just grows..."
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HERE
HERE
HERE!
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| Doctors should give anti-depressants instead of pain pills for injuries.
The good news is that I'm well read and ready to cultivate God in a sense.
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| I fully realize that I am writing to a grand total of nobody now, but
whatever. Much to my chagrin, two minutes ago I discovered that
http://www.letskilladog.com is not a real website. Anybody
wishing to endeavour into the unknown and make a page called
letskilladog.com, call me at 1-800-666-FUCK.
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| So, absolutely fukking ridiculous day. I woke up after having one
of those dreams that makes you say, "Oh my God, how much longer can I
waste my life like this." Then I proceded to do some pointless
shit, Followed by some more pointless shit, followed by some music and
some dinner. And I think the shittiest thing is that I'm still
wasting time and have to work tomorrow. Goodness.
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