endless conquest
You know back in the old times it was okay to take a joke to the next level. It was acceptable to retaliate with an otherwise inappropriate amount of force, just to let it be known that you rule the playground or the warehouse or wherever. Apparently the rules don't extend to an instance where you've been disrespected in your own home. Last night I bought some cinnamon trident that was contained in this sweet little bowx with the fliptop and it was tight as hell and I was excited. So, later we had some fags come over to hang out, and one such fag, whose ego could've sunken the Lusitania without all that help from those torpedoes made a point to eat all of that gum and leave wrappers everywhere and laugh when I called him out on eating my gum. This was unacceptable to me, so I took the exchange to the next level. He made the terminal mistake of leaving one piece of gum left. Instinctually I began to chew, contemplating my next move. It then became obvious to me; I had to put the gum in is hair.
SO I DID.
Then he freaked out and left in a silent rage.
Then everyone else got a little irked and kinda changed the mood of the whole thing because I put gum in someone's hair.
I rememeber a time when you could pull shit like this and not face a trial at Nuremburg but apparently those days have passed and the liberal media has conditioned us all to believe that this sort of behavior is unacceptable well FUCK YOU ANDERSON COOPER and don't think you can control MY mind.
5 comments:
this is like that time you slapped julia gick on the neck when she had bad sunburn and she ran out of the cafeteria crying. everyone was pretty weirded out with you.
We hung out later. It was cool, we got a pizza and played Street Fighter Alpha 3. You were Guile, I think.
okay if i may clarify, she had windburn from skiing on her NOSE and i THUMPED her nose you motherfuckers with your revisionist history it was nothing like that
dude soothing naturals that sounds really good, slather that on your face right on your cheeks it's like puff puff
yeah, that wouldn't be my first choice amy.
right now my hope is that your next blog'ntry will be titled,
"how i left bean town with three pain-purified hookers and a travel size bottle of a floral scented shampoo."
in other words. i hope you come to boston for the sparrow family show, ride or die.
-julia
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