An inconsistent and incontinent record of life in a box with legs (not sexy legs, but they aren’t hairy either!)

Monday, July 25, 2005

Fuck Dat Shite!


I call bullshite on all fuck faces! If you want a piece of me you have to go through my matrix fighting stylee: slow mo bullet dodging bitches!!!

Oh and stop calling me asking for shit that I won't give you. This is just going to end with you living another year in your parent's basement - I'm sorry.

P.S. You parents can totally hear you spanking the drunk monkey. That is why your Mom won't make eye contact at breakfast anymore. Chill on the Will dude, he is your friend!