Hey ponchos,
Damn Katrina and her menstrual cycle. Why couldn't she have just died over Florida like a good girl? If I knew a girl named Katrina, I'd kick her in the ovaries just out of spite.
And what do we get after all is said and done? A FUCK-TON OF RAIN, THAT'S WHAT! I haven't seen rain like this since I jammed my finger in my car door.
To top it all off, people are getting sick. Martha, Amanda, Freddy the annebriated midget, and Charles Barkely are all sick. I swear, disease is my least favorite thing... next to Volkswagon Beatles and Mini Cooopers. Those cars should all be destroyed by a giant sea monster named "CARKILLERSAURUSZILLA".
Big C would be a killer pet. His powers wouldn't simply consist of eating small cars, oh no sir. He'd also be able to predict the winning lottery numbers in next week's Powerball. That way I can buy a house in Nairobi and live like a king!
Ok, I think I'm getting sick too. I haven't been this random in a while... and it scares the heebiejeebies outta me.
Oh well... at least it's all better than herpes.
POA: 62% (I HATE YOU KATRINA! TAKE A MIDOL!)
Previous POA: 69%
Honorable Mentions
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Amanda: Get better soon, or I'll have to get a voo doo doctor...
Martha: Get better soon, or I'll send in the Haz Mat team to hoze ya down...
Charles Barkley: You're tall... and I hate you for that.
Me: What the crap is wrong with me sometimes?
Holy Weather Patterns Batman,
Nate-O
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