Thursday, August 13, 2009

King of Jumpin' on Grenades Thursdays...

Mornin' bitch crickets! Since 40% of us here don't do their blogs, I'll continue to do so.


Travis and Leanne: Thank you for the lamb. I felt like I was chewing through the innocence of a small, lost animal like a carniverous raptor of fuckin' doom!


Hell yeah! That thing fuckin' rules! AMERICA!


News, news, news... hmm... I still hate everything. Everything still hates me. World is still in balance. Good.

Scrabble is the worst board game ever. I mean, think about it. You waste two hours trying to get all the two-letter words you can get onto a board. That sounds like a waste of time I don't have.


I once though Scrabble was alright, then I realized that only Communists play Scrabble. NASCAR don't have no Scrabble car, now do they?! Yeah, thought so! Godsmack!




Word. I think, I'm rambling now. So... fuck you..?!



Chaos Theory says fuck you too!

Before I run to the next NASCAR event...


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