Hello, my sweet bitches,
So, um... today was far too messed up. I actually argued with my parents about going to school. THATS not messed up, but I wanted to go and my parents didn't. THAT was.
Well, the day had only begun. Yes, this post IS about my day. But trust me it gets funnier. Well, actually only one funny thing happened today. A bird, um... took a crap on me. Yeah. That is correct.
Fucking birds!
Anyway. Today wasn't actually half bad. Still alive. And the women man, I can't help but be a sexist. Anyway, there is this girl, who is unbelievably strong. Not you. Anyway, these other two bitches told her that wrote about her in her blog and I didn't but then the freak-bitch started hitting me again. And it hurt. Sometimes I get the feeling, they don't like me. The women, I mean. But, I really can't blame them.
Moving on, I hate those idiots who think they are all that but really aren't (I know, I know, I am a hypocrite... well, deal with it...). They can go blow the pope. Yes, I picking on the pope. Again. For some reason the pope pisses me off. I think it's his hat.
SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
Okay, kids, now we shall play a game called “My Days as a Male Prostitute!”!!!!
DAY ONE:
Lost on my way home, lost on the road.
A sliver of light remains in the sky,
Oh look the Pope!
Lets get him high!
Smoke and smoke, sniff and snort.
Drugs are fun,
Going over the moon,
I think the drugs are working,
Days of future-past,
I am the king of kings.
Whore and more, lined up.
Oh, look! Mr. T!
Lovers lost, brothers dead,
That sounds so wrong,
But when they do come,
hit them with the gong!
My first day was fun.
Join me, won't you, next time?
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Now, THAT was fucked UP!!
Carpe Diem, assholes.
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ohk...you have to get over calling people bitches...it does become tiring after a bit. i wonder who designed the popes hat....also how old it is and how he manages to balance it on his head....any idea?
ReplyDeleteI have a theory that the pope a rabbit on his head and under his hat. Safety pinned to his bald head. And well, you are a bitch.
ReplyDeleteno. i'm a harlot.
ReplyDeleteumm, if you go back and read the definiton, Harlettes (And its not Harlot, that means prostitute... ) are bitches. Its probably one of the requirements along with knee-high leather boots.
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