Thursday, July 28, 2011

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THROW BOXES AT HIM

ITS LIKE MINECRAFT

OH MY GOD.

THIS PILLOW.

THIS FUCKING PILLOW.

AMAZING.

Ive been driving since like, eight.

Its three now?

THAT’S A FUCKING STOIC HORSE.

VERACOOOOOOSE

BEEEEEEAAAAAARRRDS!

Okay… after doing a little bit of math, ive been driving for like, seven hours today?

…im… so… I need to make up a word for this, hold on…

VEHICRAZY?

Sure.

Anyway, weve been driving from the middle of Idaho to the middle of Nevada?

Im in the middle of what some would consider a desert. I call it Saskatchewan with volume. I look out the window and it’s the same thing from five hours ago… but at least its not FLAT. HAHA FUCK YOU, SASKATCHEWAN.

ORLANDO BLOO.

FUCKING BRILLIANT.

Ive been watching Fosters the whole time. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Foster’s is awesome.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

-dh’aaaaaaaaaap-

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

-dh’aaaaaaaaap-

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

-dh’aaaaaaaaaaaap-

WHEE_AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

Sock. Phone.

THE MOVIE.

FOSTERS HOME.

Poor Eduardo.

BUNP.

AAAH OHHH NOOOOOO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I HATE THE ROAD FOREVER

Socjphone.

iPhone.

iPhone?

No.

Blackberry.

OLD blackberry

1st 3G phone old.

Like, REAL old.

OLD

AS

FFFUCK.

This looks like a conversation between me and mischa.

O_O

I miss mischa

I miss everybody.

URRVRYBAHDY.

OVARIE BODY.

EEW

…Bloo’s a dick.

NP.

I…

HATE…

BLOO’S VOICE.

BUNP.

BUNP.

BUNP

BUNP BUNP BUNP BUNP

FCUCKING BUUUUNNNNPPP!!!!!

I HATE THEMSE!!!! rpOADS.

I need a smoother road to DRAW WITH. MAAAAAAAAAAAN…

STUPID AMERICAN ROADTRIPS, MAAAAAN…

But I am getting better with MSPAINT.

YUSS.

Omgomgomgomgomgogmogmg. Im getting like, fat n shit.

NO MORE TWIZZLERS.

just kidding… :(

Oh, whatever.

I need…

Exposure to become famous.

Hey, people reading this blog?

Wanna do me a favour?

Could you like…

I mean, if its not too much trouble…

See that plus one button?

Its here every post and its EVER SO lonely.

Show it a little love by clicking on it please?

Thanks. You guys are like, so nice.

Also, maybe spread this blog around a little?

Send it to your friends?

But not your mom. I probably know your mom, and I don’t want to set a bad example for myself.

Great, now I KNOW someone’s gonna send it to their mom… and their moms gonna be all like, THIS BOY SURE SWEARS A LOT. And then youll be all like, Ooooh, aaaawkwaaaarrrd and youll have no one to blame but yourself. Way to go, fagballs.

Oh HEY!

You know that thing that happened in Utoya? Of course you don’t. Go look it up.

AAANYWAY

I knew someone that was at the camp where that went down.

Yeah he was freaked right the fuck out.

I’m glad he got out okay, but I still feel bad for all the people that didn’t.

ANYWaY?

This post is ginormous. And yeah, IM STILL DRIVING.

Also im trying my hardest to update every Sunday, right?

Well, whenever I don’t do an update on Sunday, I’ll let people email me.

Do your worst, internet.

But honestly, send me anything illegal and Ill make sure you get whatevers comin to ya.

Well, im not sure what ill be able to do… I KNOW THE CYBER POLICE!

Or you know… the regular police.

Why am I dwelling on this?

Am I THAT vindictive?

Man. Im a dick. Sorry.

But please, no gore or CP. That shit aint cool.

This is what over nine hours with no internet does to me.

I get all depressed n shit,

POTATOES

POTATOES

POTATOES

POTATOES

POTATOES

POTATOES

POTATOES

THIS SPUDS FOR YOU.

C:

I dislike people who clain they have an interest in this show but they only like cheese cause hes quirky. WHO CARES. Hes dumb. Hes the basket for throwaway jokes.

Dude, this show had the best opening ever.

Like, I could watch that shit all day.

Just the opening.

Rylie puts it best, though

Like, when this played after school it was like,

You had the WORST DAY EVER right?

You turn your TV on to channel 38 and you heard the harp tune?

You suddenly knew everything was gonna be okay.

Like, it was 30 minutes of straight up relaxation.

Oh my god.

This show is heroin.

Sweet sweet heroin.

Dude, I don’t even care.

These dibs are excellent.

ME…

ME GUSTA…

Imaginary friends.

Need to build a house for them.

NEED TO MAKE A HOUSE

NEED TO BUILD A HOOOOOOOUSE

A HOUSE

A HOOOOOUUUUUUSSSSSSSEEEE!

HOUSE.

Why.

Why.

EXPLODING SHIT.

IM IN THE STATES AINT I?

Haha. 69 to Reno.

Well, around 68.something now…

STILL. ALMOST AT THE HOTEL. ALMOST AT WIFI.

ALMOST… ABLE TO… MY BLOG!!!!!!!

>:D

YES

POSITIVITY.

This is gonna be the most fantastical post ever.

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