because i am just that classy….
Well this is my 30th hour of non-sleep mode so everyone is funny…I went uptown with BJorn to take care of doodie and no one was SMILING…and I mean NO ONE….it’s freakin kissmas for crying out loud…so we proceeded to make manly humping sounds while I laughed at the idiots with dead eyes on the train…after a small stint trying to shop with no money, I hallucinated on the train ride home…in the cold, walking up the street I grunted at a cute boy just to prove my point that men don’t like the cat calls anymore than women do….and when I got home, blazzzaaaam…into the bathroom I go to tackle the zit where my medusa’s gonna be…after a brief squeeze it wouldn’t go, but with a little coaxing SHAZZAM…I splashed the mirror, which made me feel like I released all of the evil in my body, along with some puss…very similar to what a nice clean smooth dump can do….eliminate that heavy not so fresh feeling….it is because i am just that classy that I don’t give a flying fuck…
For all you concerned callers, Fred and I finally did hash out our beef, and let’s just say the smell wasn’t as pretty as we all would have liked, yet it is good to eliminate the rot of bad feelings not unleashed…
off to the job thing again….or not….
