Are you crazy? Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What kind of a moron are you? What is your problem. Why are you doing this to me? How come you act so ugly and obnoxious? What in the devil is going on with you? Why are you looking at me like that? How in the world should I know? Why can't you be more like an adult? Why are you such an old fart. How come you smell like that? Can't you think of something constructive to do? You know who you are, don't you?
Of course I do. D you know what I do to accusatory FIREBRAINED crotch holding siggle sackkle gabble wacklles like liggetly lOO!!!!!!! I LICK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHH! RAAAAAAAAAAAA! YOUR DOOMED!!!!! I WILL LICK YOU WITH THE TOUNGUE OF wisDOOOOM ITSELF! AHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
I am fat and ever loving ashamed of myself and how I am so fucking fucked. But I do kind of like me. Although it didn't sound like it right there. Just been one of those days.
a lot is wrong with me, but like hiro said i kinda like me too... i hate that everyone else i know is coming along just fine and well in their life although they complain about their petty problems, while im stuck with this i dont even know what to call it but its like nothing can be normal for me, nothing is going right but ill be fine, its all happening for a reason...or atleast i have to think so or id go crazy
alex your allowed to do whatever you want with It just be happy that no one is smart/stupid enough to follow except the eyeballs of mystery
Every body needs sumthin! Where can it be? In the Wal-Mart down the street? Maybe at the liquor store on the corner....for me it at my friends house. It is green and you can break it up and smoke it. It make you happy long time!
No, I am the Emperor of the Universe. Kneel before me, mere mortal. Are you out of your ever-loving mind? No, not yet. But I AM out of Everly Brother-lovin' Mayans. What kind of a moron are you? Well, I don't know how to read. My special-ed teacher says I am presidential material. What is your problem? I have had the chorus to "Karma Chameleon" running through my mind, nonstop, for the past twenty years. Why are you doing this to me? Because you have a unique set of . . . Attributes . . . and because you pay so well. And I like the sound it makes. How come you act so ugly and obnoxious? I am not acting. What in the devil is going on with you? Look, we can do this the easy way . . . or not . . . either way you're gonna get into my Vaseline-filled bathtub. Why are you looking at me like that? I was trying to picture you naked. Nice genitals, by the way. How in the world should I know? I told you so. . . is your sub-cranial implant shorting out again? Why can't you be more like an adult? It would violate the terms of my parole. Why are you such an old fart? Because I don't control the Time/Space continuum . . . not well enough to reverse time . . . not yet, anyway . . . but someday I will, I have . . . uhm . . . proof. How come you smell like that? I was just trying find out if you were a boy or a girl. It is considered a friendly greeting where I come from. Can't you think of something constructive to do? You mean like inventing a microwave refrigrator? It makes ice cubes in seconds. Well then, no, sorry. You know who you are, don't you? Oh yes, I know who I Am, I am just not sure where I am.
