One time i stabbed a porcupine. What? Oh. Abit shaken, but okay after a few days. Wait.. you mean the porcupine? That poor bastard.
Sorry im being so lame but i just wrote a few hundred word article on a total bimbo *BEEP* so im entitled to a moments reprise. Venture forth, into my realm of insanity! Let us drink and make merry, and wake up with tattoos in places we never knew could get tattooed.
Where would be a place you never knew could get tattooed? Tough one, hrm. Off the bat i'd say 'Teeth'.
Ooh. Interesting development. Here i was thinking that i was going to bullshit my way to another extra post, but my co worker (chow chow the amish) came over and GAVE me a compass! Okay, those amongst you who pictured those movie moments where the old grand dad gives his grandson a compass and tells him to go wherever the wind takes him BANISH THE THOUGHT. She told me to take it and go gay hunting. I will keep the snazzy compass, and IGNORE her insensitive gay remarks. So what if it is a cheap piece of LOST merchandise. Someday when i get lost in the forest while hunting nude flasher bears* IT WILL SAVE MY LIFE
Thats all for now i guess. I'll bring some neato stuff next time. GRAAAAH
*: THEY ARE REAL, NO MATTER WHAT THE GOVERNMENT TELLS YOU.
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hi mr gay, ur post was funny sia~ why neva put ur gay photo? =p
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