Monday, January 15, 2007

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Myrtle Beach was not ready for the nightowls. It started off like any other trip, stop at the gas station for gas and mad dogs. It quickly became one of the most ridicky times. I will just throw out a few things, old lady gummer, pigs hammin it, Dick at Dicks, ketchup slap, pickle slap, tomatoe slap, kryptonite bounce, hip hop robot, puking at the beach, geriatric photo shoot, It's just a Myth, tiger pounce, WPS, torres is gay anywhere and that sums it up for what i can remember. If you don't know what it means you prolly don't need to.

Abuse time, this time i am attacking everyone in any fucking mall. First off i hate the mall, I hate mall smells, i hate seeing people happy in the mall, because i know it's satan's work. From the soulless gypsies at the islands to the goths who hate captilism but shop at hot topic. I hate all these subhuman creatures. Not to mention the fucking kids that run around like imps with the parents to busy trying to calm them down by getting the spoiled little hetheans more shit. Calm the little goblins down, or else i will run through the store like the fucking juggernaut hitting everyone of those little bastards... and old people god bless your hearts but i want to push you down and see your bones shatter like a jenga stack falling. You archaic fucks, you don't have to look at every little thing, and why does it always take you so long to pay, take some fuck ginko and remember when it is your turn. And why are there so many massage spots, is it so hard to go around spending money that you need some grubby foreigner who gets paid peanuts to touch you. For christ sakes, it's to much. Lastly, if i have to see another kid wheeling around on his fucking shoes, he's ain't going to make it, cuz i am pushing the little bastard down and watching his head crack like humpty fucking dumpty. Fuck the mall.

lvoe fez

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