Sadded as a saddering-sad thing.

Today Robin/Marlboro told me im like rippin off of some wanker named maddox. Maddawhat? Maddawho?! Was my initial reaction. I ain't rippin off no one, this is just me aight. Big holla to all ma peeps, keepin it real in da dawg pound yo.

So I'm just sittin' here watching Daryl nod off. Sleepiest bastard i've ever seen in all my school days. Then i got to thinking: Is there someone watching me?! Aside from the web cam and the security camera of course. I mean Satellites, man. Those things can see thru frickin' anything, like concrete and stuff. And i heard they have like death rays, man. They can frickin' kill ANYONE from ANYWHERE. Like, they just have to press the big red button and ZAP they can fry anyone across the globe. I don't know about YOU GUYS, but i dont fancy the thought of having a second God ready to smite me with divine judgement anytime he saw fit.

Then i realised Death Rays aren't real.





FRICK i wish i had a Death Ray.











Now you all wish you had Death Rays, don't you.