I am in the computer lab right now working on my comparative analysis essay on Portland and Al-Nahra Iraq. I just checked endysis and looked at all the pictures again from my google search. You might think I m joking but Im not: I THINK THAT THE GUY FROM THE STALLION PICTURE IS SITTING NEXT TO ME, RIGHT NOW! I'm serious. I'm looking at him right now. He just looked at me and did that eyebrow thing. the one where your eyebrows go up and down for a second. Oh my god. He doesn't know Im typing on the internet about him. I want to just straight out tell him that I found his picture and that Im writing about him. He has no idea. I could say he has on pink velvet gloves with cumstains on them. He wouldn't know. I could say that he has a boner thats popping out of his pants because he forgot to zipp it up and there are peepee stains all over his pants from the splashbavck of the urinal. Oh, wait. That's not him. Never mind.
ps. Why doesn't someone write some stuff you lame-asses!
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Meshugga, RJD2- Since We Last Spoke, Dillinger Escape Plan - Calculating Infinity, Ataxia - Automatic Writing
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14 year old boyz
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My workfriend Jarvis giggling and describing why Spongebob Squarepants the Movie was funny, in his short, fat, old, black, homestarrunner/diva like way.
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SUPER PAN!
And seriously though
Nomeansno - Worldhood of the world, and hot poon yo!
eh?
CRAZY!
i lover you. its 6 in the morn and im in the puter lab. you heard? Why the name pickles? why the name pickles? im too tired to erase the second one. thats why i always liked you wispy, thats why i always liked you. you know i just want to be a big kid jus like you guys. goooooodbyyyyyye.
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