Today marks a very important day in my life, because it's the 365th-to-last day I'll be able to pawn car-renting responsibilities off on someone else. I mean, obviously I'll still be lazy as balls and make other people do it for me years from now, but this is the last year I can do that without anyone suspecting I'm lazy as balls.
So eat my ass and rent me a car, turds. I'm 24!
Dancerously Cheesy
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
I'm even olderer
I'm getting pretty wise in my old age. Wise and enigmatic.
For example, here are a few things I have tweeted recently:
Nobody likes you when you're 23. Except the Twitterverse. Follow me, bitches.
P.S.
For example, here are a few things I have tweeted recently:
P.S.
Monday, November 28, 2011
I'm even older
I'm 22 now! Ugh. I'm a week late because I was too busy nostalgia-creeping on Sally's wall to be reminded of my birthday on my own.
In gym we had a health class about sugar. I murdered the sugar content quiz. Murdererrdr.
In gym we had a health class about sugar. I murdered the sugar content quiz. Murdererrdr.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I'm older
I've been pretty busy obsessing over tournament stats and working on my rap career, so I haven't posted in a while, but today, I'm feeling philosophical.
Birthday. What is a birthday? A combination of two one-syllabled words, one a noun, and the other a noun that serves as an adjective. I like birthdays all right. But you know what I like more? Horsemeat. Nutrage. Spacedong. Those are some classy words.
One more classy word: shotgun. It's time for me to go do that to some shitty beer. Happy 21st, me!
Birthday. What is a birthday? A combination of two one-syllabled words, one a noun, and the other a noun that serves as an adjective. I like birthdays all right. But you know what I like more? Horsemeat. Nutrage. Spacedong. Those are some classy words.
One more classy word: shotgun. It's time for me to go do that to some shitty beer. Happy 21st, me!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Mission: accomplished
I'm still uncomfortably headachey. That's right, bitches, it's been 24 hours plus a 3-hour practice. I do what I say and I say what I do. Plus, Dan cleaned the sink. I'm the man!
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