Thursday, August 7, 2008

Back to My House... Trailer... Thing... Motha Fucker!

Tomorrow I will begin the arduously long journey back to my house... trailer... pre-fabricated thing.

I will then proceed to get crunk... yes, I said crunk. Then I will have a two o'clock in the morning walk, get into a fight with a homeless man, run from the police, and smash my head into a conveniently placed wall.

Yep, those are pretty much my plans.

I also have people to see, before the leave me... forever... I will probably go see them, and then I will do some other things, maybe hang out for a week or two, then I will leave, then come back, then leave again.

I have to shower in the morning, so I don't smell too bad. But there is no way I am going to condition my hair because I'm going to be in a car all day. I'll just put it up or something.

This post is really going nowhere...


Here's a picture of Pat Robertson flipping you off, focus your hatred on him while a escape through this plot hole.

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