Thursday, August 13, 2009

so the ice cream that you ate wasn't ice cream

... seriously, it wasn't.

i realized that when people blog nowadays it has to be serious, capitalized, and all that shit. people need to learn that blogging isn't for grammatical errors or possibly to tell everything about your life. it really about your thoughts, and what you think, and i'm pretty sure everyone doesn't think in perfect capitalization and sentence structure. screw the government, we want to make our own laws.

today was pretty crazy. hectic, persays. but my favourite part was when i woke up, and it was raining. seriously, i'm that sort of person. i fell out of bed too, if that makes any sense. and if you have no idea what it's like to fall out of bed, try taking an empty beer bottle and smashing it on your groin or your uterus, depending on your gender. at least, that's what it's like falling out of my bed, which is like 2 feet off the ground. eff.

going back to the original topic (what was it again?) i've got to say that people that are too serious in their blogs need to get laid. justin's blog is nice. perfect example of what people SHOULD be blogging about. people that blog about IB should go dip their heads in penisfish infested waters and get their eyeballs plugged put by lanternfish or little clown fish that wish to find their fathers only to find out that the father has met a turtle that's 150 years old, not to be mean or anything.

wait, that's not bad enough.

he's met a turtle that's 150 years old and has AIDS.

better. oh no wait.

little clown fish's dad got aids from a 150 year old turtle. AND had little fishurtle babies. i've got to draw one someday. they'd all probably die because they can't reproduce. i don't know why though. maybe because they'd have a 2-pronged penis and the females would have only one vagina.

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