i want a hippopotamus for chrismas.
only a hippopotamus will do.
no crocodiles.
or rhinocerouses.
i only want hippopotamuses.
and hippopotamuses want me too.

that song was written by midgets on ecstacy. it's the only possibile explanation.

so last night the real world was on. this show really sucks. and while watching it, i was fortunate enough to have a spoon in my hand. and i shoved it up my ass. why did i do this? cause if i was gonna be in that much pain, i was gonna do it to myself. and that, my friends, is called empowerment.

and this, my friends, is a chicken

lovely.

i am a carrot.