Y. M.

Your mom. I hate those jokes. They're not funny and totally suck ass. I don't know why people still say your mom to everything. It's really lame. People need to stop. John McCain said to Obama, "Your mom!" once, and Obama got pissed. He thought the joke was ridiculous and couldn't give John the satisfaction of becoming president. So that's why he is now president.

He now ding-dong ditches John McCain's house and sends him Rick-Rolls over Facebook.

Well done, Obama. Well done.

Dinner or Die

There once was a toaster who had magical failure abilities. He then killed himself. The end.

But NOT the end :O
He totally got resurrected by the bread stored inside him and he was ready for revenge! His fists were clenched with the fury of a thousand barbarian Chinese men who cross dress on Saturdays. He was ready to just beast all day, all night, every hour, on the hour, and in between bathroom breaks. This little toaster that could was ready to kill himself, YET AGAIN, just to get revenge on himself.

So I can't do my homework. My mom keeps putting her damn soap operas on full blast like the Chinese in the UCLA libraries when they talk on their phones. It's totally not tubular.

....

When I'm bored

When I'm bored, I sit in my room and play bass. I don't even know how, I just sit there and hit random notes to what sounds good at the time. My fingers aren't fast enough to slide up and down the neck of the guitar, so it's always interrupted and awkward. It always bothers me when my dog will be sleeping right by my mom and she'll start calling me and asking where the dog is. I always get mad because the dog is right there by her feet and she's too damn old to notice. That reminds me of how the remote to the TV will be on the couch and my dad yells at me because he can't find it. My dad is older than my mom and I think this affects him twice as much... He's been needing glasses for 13 years or so, and didn't mention his poor eye sight until last year, when he finally got glasses. He doesn't ask where the remote is anymore, he usually finds it. He never takes the glasses off, lets keep it that way.

Die

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I'm bored. So so so so bored. WeeGee has raped my Blog. I've decided to turn the poem I read into a song. DINNER. THE REST OF THIS WILL BE TYPED IN ALL CAPS FOR THE SAFETY OF OUR NATION. DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER IS WHAT I LOVE. IT'S SO DELICIOUS, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT! DIE DIE DIE IN YOUR FACE WILL BE MY CAKES BECAUSE IT BURNS! SQUADA-SQUADA-SQUADALA WE'RE OFF TO DIE. TOAST ME IN YOUR TOASTER TONIGHT. IF YOU DIDN'T NOTICE, THIS WASN'T THE POEM. DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER DINNER. I'M SO HUNGRY AND I CAN'T STOP TYPING DINNER BECAUSE OF MY WRITER'S BLOCK. The caps were giving me a headache, so they're gone. Jr. College is now getting rid of their Architecture programs to fund English for Spanish Speakers. It's stupid. Why do people insist on coming to America without knowing English? And why do we fund it? We should be funding the classes that prepare us for future jobs! Not every God-damned person is going to grow up to be a teacher (Which basically is, I assume, being well rounded in all subjects, which is what our school system does). It's fucking retarded. Fuck illegals. Just because some of California USED to belong to you, doesn't mean you can come here and expect to be treated as hot shit, you fucking cockeyed bitches >:(