Raise your glasses to funkadelic mall trips and Stir Crazy related nirvana. And of course to Fizziwig Ale, even though it tastes like Brown eye.

PS. Trivial Pursuit rocks, but fucking eight quarts do not make a peck. Thats just fucking bullshit.

me = car.

Yes, for sure, good old 1991 chevy Cavalier, and its all mine, and I fuck it in its exhaust, I love it so much.

Haha, what a racist, sexist jerk off I am. I love me.

and I love you.

Jumpin jews for jesus. what a terrible day. Some selfish bitch at the gas station didnt tip me after I unmelted her entire fucking car, I had to tramp thigh-high in a snow pile taller than me, poking at it with a fucking metal rod trying to find a gas cap that the retarded guy had accidentally ploughed into the pile. (that probably doesnt make sense, but AHHHHHHHHHH) And finally my fucking toes literally, (look it up) LITERALLY, turned black because of cold slushy snowy death. That and some fucking poor haitian bitch cunt's car died AT THE PUMP, and I couldnt move it because its fargin huge. Its all the south's fault. Watch this. The fucking confederates brought over and kept so many negroes (haitians) as slaves and made them poor after good ole lanky made them free, HENCE, they buy huge shitty cars that die at the pump and make the good loyal gas attendant get yelled at. BUt all that shitty free time made me officially change my job title to Automobile Emission Distribution Specialist. Pretty snazzy. I hope we get a two hour delay tomorrow, or the school WILLLLLLLLLLLLLL DIIEEEEEEEEEEEE. Whoa, maybe Jimmy Croft will read that and raid my asshole like Andrew Jackson did Florida. on the upside, I now have the greatest tape ever, a jewish boy band, at a telethon where the donations of people like Israel Friedman scroll at the bottom with amounts like 18 dollars, and 8 dollars. I <3 the jews, but its funny none the less.

what the fuck, the day of christ's spawning is almost upon us and I have yet to give any thought to anyone or anything relating to that joyous day. That and the day of Christ's second spawning (aka my birthday) is coming and I should give some thought that what I want to do. ITs probably going to involve copious, and I mean COPIOUS amounts of forbidden substances. All I need is a prostitute to make my prospective beautiful day even more orgiastic. Bye bye.
PS. if you are a prostitute or extraordinarily slutty and want some immaculate conception, please respond.

I promise to uphold the standards of... character, citizenship, loyalty, and ROCK. yes what a good little giggling school boy I am. Think I should shave my head? yes, no, perhaps. Madd Props to Mr Altman for being the biggest fucking stoopid cunt mangling monger fucker in the world.

hmm, what a fun weekend. its always a nice addition to discover bruises and sores all over my body after a very fuzzy night.

I need to think of a topic for a fucking tapress bullshit. Mr S wants me to rant and rave (as is my fortAY) about something. But I cant think of anything, so please GOD (ie the public) help me think of something to rant about. Tout s'accepte.

mother fucker I hate bullshit essays.

Day three on the caledar of waiting to die. And yes, that is how I talk all the time. But OMG, its lyke, SOOOOO CRayzee lyke, LOL!!!
I fucking hate you all. Comment on me somehow in someway, calm the beast with love.
Tell me Im pretty or Ill fucking murder your like Andrew Jackson, you fucking nutless cunt manglers.

Day three on the caledar of waiting to die. And yes, that is how I talk all the time. But OMG, its lyke, SOOOOO CRayzee lyke, LOL!!!
I fucking hate you all. Comment on me somehow in someway, calm the beast with love.
Tell me Im pretty or Ill fucking murder your like Andrew Jackson, you fucking nutless sunt manglers.

This fucking life, I swear. To anyone this applied to, you and me need to abandon the nerds in our lives and run away together.
Ah yes, one of them days. Turns out this January I get to be a Palestinian Minister trying to figure out a solution with the jews for jesus.
I think I finally understand the Clockwork Orange title. I guess this is just Cyber-work Orange. And yes, you CAN call me Alex.

Yes, Ive succumbed to this vapid nerdy chatter cult that will soon conquer the world, and hence spread its evil like herpes. But as someone said once sometime, better to rule in hell than serve in heaven.