Today I got: money, condoms that won’t be used, a sweater, welding goggles, party rats, an Indiana shirt, guitar strings, jock itch cream, pocket licorice, drawings, guitar strings and mexican bread that was infested with a bee. Good day, tomorrow I’m 18. If I can get a ride to Fontana I’m buying an organ. George made my day though. Rogguosso: Italian for a big hanky kiss.
It actually is gibberish though.
Dropped a cookie in some coffee on accident and gave up on both Tuesday. Never dumped it, the milk I put in there is rotten, the cookie is gross looking and the coffee probably isn’t great. I don’t want to explain this monstrosity to
my dad. Ill just keep it in my room until no one is home and throw the whole cup away.
American Juggalo, the short documentary on a fringe group known as the tasteless fans of the “Insane Clown Possie” a group of overweight males that dress like clowns and, you guessed it, rap about being clowns. Thankfully they do not address the “music” associated with this “group” of “individuals”. An eye opening look at one of Americas dirty little secrets. This documentary shows that Al Qaida has clearly won.