Destroit

Samurai Champloo, I believe episode seven. You know the one with the theif and he ends up dying in the end right after Fuu befriends him, it's sad.

yes...damn that office cophee... It may have also been the meth though. It's hard to tell sometimes.

Myyyyy bologna has a first name it's O-S-C-A-R Myyyyy bologna has a second name it's M-E-Y-E-R I like to eat it every dayyyy and if you ask me why I'll sayyyyyyyyy: 'Cause Oscar Meyer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A wtf.... where the hell did that even come from?

I ate them because well....I haven't eaten today. They were slightly like enchaladas with a hint of salsa, if you were wondering.

YEAH...well I'm raising your warning level to WALRUS! Take that! It ain't even a color unless you happen to be me!

How's this for calm...HUH PHEE? BETCHA CAN'T HANDLE THE CALMOSITY, CAN YA?

Dude....that is definately a sufficient manly sombrero. It makes me feel Mexican all over again

In addition to that...I want a seven layer burrito and a chalupa with a quesadilla on the side...

Confettis? WHO's birfday is eet? Shomeone gehts a shpanking!

CALM DOWN...everyone just be cool...we're all going to Mexico and we're stealing Phee's suckers before we leave...

YOU CALM DOWN *phrrut* (tranquilizer dart noise) I WANNA GO HOME WANNA GO HOME WANNA GO HOOOOOME! *rolls on floor kicking and screaming*

Watching the clock go tick tock waiting for Friday to start.

My waist line getting bigger... oh oh, you meant tv? Well I'm at work right now so nothing, but if I were at home? I've been going through some serious Samurai Champloo withdrawals ever since last weekend at the barbeque when me and Pomba were chatting about it.

Pissy and wanting some tea. Some Chai sounds good. Wait...I feel ritzy, I wish I had some Earl Grey right about now...tastes like money, it's delish.

Wow...that's horrible. I remember hearing that on the news...I had no idea that it was them though. I'll try to see if I can help, I'm literally in severe debt but I can try...

Go to Reaper/Daevions party! ...for which I am currently doing my nails.

Ramen noodles. That is all.

Noooo....the ladder theory? Totally debunked. For instance...guys that make more money than me are quite the turn off. Like I DO realize that there's a chance the guy I'm with WILL make more than me...but I can't handle it secretly on the inside. Furthermore....I base who I go out with usually on 1) How easy they are to put up with (10% - which I'm assuming was the other category) 2) How much they seem like they put out (and also how much they're uhmmm packing, if you know what I mean) and 3) Their hotness So.....I'm a guy? SO...as to get back on the topic of my dearest wonderful hott boyfriend's ponderation (yeah I coined that word, so sue me) of "Things that no longer exist".... The ladder theory (sorry Scary Guy, the whole site just seems like fat guys who are pissed off that hot girls won't bang them because well....they're fat. We keep those boys around and novelties and make them feel shitty they can't get laid whilst we bang hot, yet not necessarily rich or intellectually stimulating men, and possibly rub their faces in it.)

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEES! I so know you picked those kids out of a cabbage patch somewhere...I'M ON TO YOU MARC! I'll catch you yet...

GENIUS! You are such an artist...Ogre would be so proud

Hmmm...so all you did is add orange? I fail to see how you souped yourself up... OH SHIT! I didn't see it before...it must be that little hat! Good job!

Hmmm I may be retarded...but I never photoshop anything.... All pictures of Chernobyl are au natural...but now that I think about it, if I DID photoshop I could make myself super model status over night Which actually IS one of the reasons I'm against photoshop...but I like it for artsy sort of things (but those types of things are far beyond my grasp of skills...) Actually, occasionally I'll use windows paint to get rid of red eye...but that's about it. I usually don't have blemishes to get rid of so I just don't.

My crabs....(obviously a joke, I've never had them but just couldn't help it ) My GPA My pride Every pack of cigarettes I've ever bought Farmer Jack's Latin

Stomach....eating....instestines...only 1 and a half more hours....of internal bleeding from stomach acid corroding away my inner walls....send....help (or a pizza)