Slam Shamz

Tired. Nearing the end of a road.  Got a new fucking keyboard.  It's the progenitor's pick. Its the same model as the one it replaces.  That's fucking awesome.  It's like the bed in the middle of the room, you both slip off to the side of after you wake up dry mouth hung over and think...man did I fucking do that?  And you wonder...why is this room so fucking bright?  When do you get up in the morning??  Wtf.  No curtains...no blinds?  What are you some kind of serial killer?  Or camcorder rapist?

Yeah so society sucks.  And so does work, it's what blocked my cock like a brick on a pipe with Mario stuck inside.  He can hear the commotion too since toad and Wario are playing toss up with princess peach's apples and oranges and I dont think that sound is them stirring the spaghetti for Luigi.  But hey, I'm just saying.  Yeah so you dont need a subject if your consistent.  And insane.  Or you have half a fucking brain.  Well I had that but now it's gone...like red eyes and bloody bones...which Id ont have anymore since I seem to lose all weight in my muscles and gain it back in my gut.  What kind of shit is that?

It's like the domestic violence charges at a NFL summer camp and Rolaids in your beer, the shit's bound to happen.  Not a good example? Too dated?  Well then try to take some BC powder with coffee and see how you like it.  I may have mentioned that before....and if I did...disregard what I said and try it...its one of those things everyone has to try once.

Yeah so cookie monster dont got locked up in the pen.  State.  Pen State.  And you know Elmo still isn't over where he tickled him.  That bastard, and you always leave cookies out at Christmas...da fuck wrong with you people?