As you may have been able to conclude on your own, STD, the less important half of the contributors to the public's favorite site, died a month ago from eating too many chcolate racoons while listening to acclaimed xylophonist, Richard Sukass and playing Prince of Persia for 400 straight hours. It was truly the happiest moment of my life when I received the phone call. Now that he's dead and after that 12 million drug deal went through the other day, not only are we barely in debt, but now I can get high and trick people into hanging out in my garage for hours until I eventually kill them with pure, unadulterated runs juice.
Naw man, that shit's stupid.
Come on hooray guy, what am I paying you for.
To say, 'Hooray?'
Ha Ha! Yes!
Damn you! I will have my revenge! Aidrian!
Whatever
Naw man, that shit's stupid.
Come on hooray guy, what am I paying you for.
To say, 'Hooray?'
Ha Ha! Yes!
Damn you! I will have my revenge! Aidrian!
Whatever
3 Comments:
Not only am I disgusted as a professional author, but as a human being. Every fiber of my being is shuddering in disbelief at the immaturity and lack of both discipline and intelligence you've used in this post. You should be ashamed.
What the hell are you talking about? What kind of sick bastard says that STDs are dead if they haven't really been defeated by science? You're sick man, you're sick.
In response to the last comment I'd just like to say, GOOD NEWS EVERYONE, they cured all STDs, which were supposed to have been renamed STIs, but I guess it never caught on. I liked it myself, it let thems feel more normal, even though they isn't.
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