| So, I am having fun. My mom found out I was drunk at a party the other day and Coyeatta had to take me home. That was cool, I guess; HOWEVER, I have spent the last few days playing Battlefield 2... most fun thing I have EVER done! That is all. |
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| Not now son, I am busy with this here carrot. |
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| Ha, I made the it into the paper the other day (March 5, 2006) as being "One teen, perhaps being outrageous to impress his friends, says he'd like to rape children." That is amazing! People in this town really are fucking retarded! Oh god yes, this pleases me much!
The Mars Volta... ew.... When will people learn how shitty music affects the mind?! |
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| A reflective thought by:
Dr. Sexington McFrogCock Esquire, III, Ph.D.
Chapter I: Being around less gifted and intelligent people as myself.
I often find myself surrounded by an endless ocean of stupid jack-offs, "but how could this be?" I think to myself, it almost seems too surreal to be true; however, it is far from a dream. I, by sheer force of perception, come to terms and accept my surroundings. This was ever-so-present in my English III class today. We were discussing things, as we tend to do from time to time, and we came across the word 'Conflict' as obviously directed towards a literary train of thought. Now, any idiot could tell you that it means the Protagonists struggle against an 'opposing force.' Any idiot, except THESE idiots; however, that is not what insulted me. I look around the room, but why? Did I hear noises again? Did I see something that proved to be a spectacular? No, I happened to hear some black... excuse me, African-American girl say, "What is an 'opposing force?'" I then began to weep. At that point I realized that the majority of humanity is a waste. Pure cannon fodder, nothing to care about. Soforth, I thought to myself, "What a bunch of stupid jack-offs." And punched that bitch swiftly and directly in the nose. I proved my point, my point that I am far superior to them. As far as I am concerned, that is ALL that matters.
I would also like to add the following:
Zack: Save yourself, Jesus will hold them off! But Jesus was wrong, nothing, not even the Christ Child, can hold back the ravening horde of Ganguro. This tattoo captures him in the moment where he realizes his error. He's blasting away with akimbo guns but there are just too many. They leap the barrier and they bring him down. He looks up, bleeding from his eyes, and they fall upon him.
Zack: Jesus died for you squad! Set the reactor to self-destruct and get Kincaid off this ship!
Dr. Thorpe: I think we have to assume that the Ganguro caused this, otherwise the religious symbolism of this tattoo is too baffling. Save yourself... from extreme pinkeye and silver nitrate poisoning! |
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| Dutch.
Sincerely,
Sexington McFrogCock Esquire, III, Ph.D. |
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