I hate you fuckers.
It's such a pain in the ass to have to cook on a friday night for another damn potluck. You guys are all assholes. My appartment is way too small to ever host one, so I'll never reap the benefits myself. This means that from now until I move out, I'll be dishing out way too much cash and time for you fuckers. And I can stuff my face all I want tonight; it doesn't matter, it still only amounts to one meal.
And a costume!!! What are you, crazy! Easy for you to do...it's at your house! Hey I know!!! How about I have a party where everybody has to bring a bridge made out of toothpicks that can support a weight of 200 lbs.!!!
And what if someone just doesn't have time for all this? What will happen to them? Lynched? Stoned? Beaten? Touched in the privates? Or even worse...ostracized?
This does not bode well.
PS: the iboxer is a real product.
3 comments:
relax there grasshopper... drop by the supermarket, buy a salad or two, eat some garlic and tell jmo you're lebanese or arab or whatever and then tell him to smell your breath.
Yeah.
And if he smells it and still dont care, there's something wrong with him.
iBoxer? Jimmy, make it stop!
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