Well, I'm top points for today, so I may as well go ahead and pad my lead. It's only a matter of time till someone logs on and posts a whole bunch of scripture for ridiculous amounts of points. I'm real glad that the points have no bearing in real life, so he's not under the impression that his words are worth anything.
Hold on, let my nephew type some stuff for a little bit. jiasf wikj.g 0r1'hgnoni won eowngk e2te8hl .vgol4290 vwonv 0 Ooops, what the hell did he press? nwhvioe2q9ob 9833879uifc j92hfvn
Okay, that's enough, now I have to figure out how to get my windows back to normal... Okay, that was easy enough.
I find amazing that I can post completely random thoughts and it actually means something. And dude, I'm a pothead. No spellcheck for pothead? Pothead is a word? Cool.
Ahh, the use of paragraphs sure makes thing interesting. Hope it doesn't cut into my points too much. It's like an essay, but I really don't care if it's written well. And I'm a pretty talented writer, too. Just never really have the drive to write anything of importance.
Have I ever told you about the time I met Megan Fox? I was in boy mode, out in the city, the slutty part of the city. And I had gone to this little dance club, looking for blond floozies. I had been dancing with this one particular floozy most of the night and I had inadvertently (cheah
) dumped my drink on her. I was taking her to the restroom to clean her up (score) when we bumped into this beautiful girl with a little bit of throw up on her dress. I had to take a second look and I'd be damned if it wasn't Megan Fox! I immediatly began stammering and the first real words out of my mouth were "Whoa, wait, huh, what the f*** is Megan Fox doing in a place like this?" And she says "I don't know, why? Have you seen her here?" To which I replied "b****, people aren't as stupid as they are in your movies, you're Megan Fox and I'm officially on your nuts tonight." She seemed to not be the least bit disturbed by my forwardness. She leans up to my ear and tells me softly "Okay, I'm Megan Fox. I wanted to have a regular night and figured people wouldn't recognize me among all these whorey girls." "Uhh... Yeah, you're right at home, aren't you?"
I'll never wash my getting slapped cheek again
See, I could've been more descriptive, but I've always been a straight to the point kind of person. But hey, it's not like anybody's going to actually go through all the trouble of reading all of this. Are they?
I'm... waiting... for... the... scrollbar... on... my... post... to... get... really... really... small... so... I... get... plenty... of... points...
Damn, f*** that, that's annoying. But it's a few more lines, so I'm happy
I appreciate the girlie things in life. Pink, hair color, hello kitty socks. Yes, I do indeed have a few pairs of hello kitty socks. And some hello kitty boy shorts. I stretch that little b****es face out soooo bad!
On my butt and my feet. They fit! But they weren't really made to stretch over size 11 feet. At least they aren't like 14. I don't have an incredibly hard time finding shoes that fit
Wow, this is really getting there, isn't it? I'm going to go have a cigarette while I think of more random bull s*** to write
Hah, my nephew's the s***! He's running around in his diaper and dirt bike helmet, going "I Shrek! Raahhrrr!!" I love having him here. I may have to go back to boy mode when he's here, but it's plenty worth it. I'll be able to be Auntie Robyn one day, but for now, he loves his uncle
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Man, I think I'm gonna go ahead and wrap this up. No idea how many points this may get me, but it was a lot of fun