Alright Lunchbox, Let's Try It Again.

   Yay! Schooltastical Schooltasticness. It's very Schooly and Schoolish.

   Blech . . . The air tastes of school and school related items. Which may or may not include the following: Paper, Notebooks, Pencils, Pens, And Automatic Glock 18cs. Love the smell of burning napalm in the morning. :3 Not that I've ever made Napalm Bombs and stuff . . . That the police need to know. (Easy one, Lightbulb, boxcutter, Dish Soap, Gasoline, glue. Figure the rest out for yourself.)

   I worry about me sometimes. By me I mean Global Warming. By Global Warming I mean your mother. By Your Mother I mean your friend Colin. By your friend Colin I mean your creepy Uncle Tom that you share the joys of Incestuous Anal Sex with. By creepy Uncle Tom that you share the joys of Incestuous Anal Sex with, I mean me.

  Am I the only one who wants their own Personnel Halting and Stimulation Response Rifle?  (Pictured Right)





CORNBREAD
WHAT THE FUCK




New favorite Exclamation Pictured above.

I've hope you've enjoyed this glimpse into the 1/42099th bit of my mind. Which may or may not have left you with Diseases . . . Yeah . . . use the Cleansing and Sanatizing shower on your way out.

You might want to get yourself checked.



Sorry.



We're still cool though, right?