Let's see...god, my mom, my family...oh, and the dark lord satan for giving me the chance to get where I am today. If I hadn't sold my soul and the souls of that bus-full of orphans and nuns, I don't know where I'd be today.
(note: the literary device you just observed is called "satire" and is actually quite popular within some circles. no, I am not a satanist or a Christian, nor do I think my religious preferences actually make a difference)
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High on Five Minute Guitar Solosposted Jan 21st 2006, 4:00AM
Mood: Hyper
Music: LYNYRD SKYNYRD
I am so hyper right now. I'm actually beginning to scare myself, really. Only when you're half crazy can you come up with something like this:
So, I was walking down the street, right? And who do I see but the pope, driving down the street in his popemobile and his crazy pointy hat, waving to all the people and saying "Hey niggaz!"
So yeah, I'm probably going to die of over exposure to fun tonight. Who knows.
I'm probably going to start this crazy radio cast thingy majig just because...well...because that's just how I roll dawg.
Note: I'm a long-haired white guy who dresses more emo than anything else. If I say something offensive, I'm sorry. What I say is mostly to entertain myself, and if you don't get the joke then just look away. AVERT YOUR EYES! AVERT THEM! AVERT DAMN YOU!!!
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Okay, I think I'm going to go take some sleepy pills and let myself pass out for another seven hours. I need to be sleeping anyway, because I'm taking my girlfriend to go see Underworld: Evolution at two thirty! YES!
Until next time...I BID THEE ALL A FOND(ish) FAREWELL!
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