So it's Christmas time in Hollace Queens. Whoopdy Fucking Doo. It still don't help my ass any. I can't whip the Llamas ass with my belt, so what difference does it make? Oh well, at least I can buy xbox games and forget about the real world like I always do. Shit, I didn't even find out about the whole columbine shooting spree untill halfway through my 1st period biology class, and that was after everybody that was I was asking "What the hell happened?" stopped looking at me like I've been living under a fucking rock. Hey, I'm sorry, but Battletoads for the 8-bit Nintendo was getting on my nerves, I had to beat it..even though I still haven't to this day. Oh well. Now I have the comfort of knowing that I sound like a total looser on the internet, but, not like anyone is going to read it anyhow. I'll probably just respond to myself like I did before. But, that was cool, though. And, if anyone is reading this, I can't get my pictures up, so I have no pictures to show. That is not a good time place to rock.
Rock over London, Rock on Chicago
Mitsubishi, The Word Is Getting Around!
Rock over London, Rock on Chicago
Mitsubishi, The Word Is Getting Around!
taswell:
Taco Bell, Make a Run for the Border.