Post Damn You!!!!
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Screwhead replied on Fri Feb 29, 2008 @ 10:26pm |
 Coolness: 685665 | Work is dull, they have hidden the blu-tac and the stud spanners; no more dinosnails, no more artfag structures. I'll chop off my fingers and build stone henge.
I managed to read a whole article on tsunamis while standing in line at the Dr's reception. I had to sit next to a guy who was chewing gum, I could smell it drifting over from his AIDs infested mouth and invading my nostrils with no sense of shame whatsoever. I hated him for it, I'm not forcing him to smell any of my mouth smells so why is he forcing me to smell his? There were plenty of other seats in the area he could have sat on, it made it even more annoying that I already moved away from someone on the other side of the room because they sat too close to me too. He twitched his leg and made rancid mouth noises until he was called into the Dr's office, probably for compulsive TWAT disorder. The pharmacist's visit was slightly more enjoyable. I wandered in and stood in line. At the front of the queue was an overgrown beastbitch with a pram. She was trying to tell the pharmacist that the mouthwash he had given her yesterday had completely killed all sensation in her sandwich scoffer, multiple times, with hilariously annoying failure. "God you're such a fucking retard" I thought in my head as I tried to burn a hole in the back of her head to see if she would itch it or touch it subconsciously. It didn't work. After handing in my prescription and standing around like a peppered lemon chicken for a while, I decided to sit on the chair the pharmacy had courteously provided for fat people, for old people, and for fat old people who are fat and old. "Fuck standing up" I thought. Fucking standfags As I got to the chair, Beastbitch pushed her pram right in front of it, blocking my path. Perhaps she did feel me burning her head after all, she blatantly knew I was going to sit on the chair, she looked right fucking at me and tried to force a smile from her cummy-numbed mouth. "Ungh, God." I turned around and didn't know what to do with myself. I had just walked about 6 paces in this direction and for what? For nothing, or so it would appear to anyone watching. I needed to find a purpose or to make myself look busy. A box of something fell off the shelf that I was standing next to. I had no idea what it was but it looked like I was trying to steal it so I left it there without getting any fingerprints on it. I'd rather look rude than a thief. At the same time as all this was going on, a woman in the pharmacy looked lost and changed direction without purpose, one of the pharmacists couldn't find anything she was looking for and a man walked in and then walked straight back out again. Had the world gone completely and utterly mad? Why were we all so confused? Had someone thrown a confusion grenade in the building, causing us all to act like headless chickens so they could rob all the drugs without anyone noticing? I decided to go back to being a lemon, it was much less stressful. A really pretty girl came in and stood next to me. I decided to outrageously flirt with her by completely ignoring her, she did the same thing but took it one step further and avoided any eye contact with me and then walked out. She blatantly wanted it. Suddenly I realised I had been standing on the spot for about 3 minutes as a ridiculous grin raped it's way across my lips, and I was staring at the word "HAPPY" which was written on the LCD display on the cash register. This did in fact make me incredibly happy, I laughed out loud and put my hand over my mouth to stop it and a small huft of air escaped, making a fart noise as it passed. I got my prescription in the end and went straight to Spartacus to get a chicken, bacon and sausage baguette. Delicious. Update » Screwhead wrote on Fri Feb 29, 2008 @ 11:23pm My sandwich is collapsing as I speak, I think there is chicken and slime salloping all over my ballsack and my moustache as I make up anything to say before I pull my own sprouts of hair out.
I will melt and love anything that moves like a JuJu Juice Jo-Jo Abigail friend. It's a shame that no one but family can hear the ISB. I've tried to tell people but no one can hear it. It's so obvious it smacks you in the face, it's beautiful, more beautiful than your first love or your most recent, nothing compares... ...to you. |
| I'm feeling fuckin' crazy right now.. | |
| Good [+1]Toggle ReplyLink» Trey replied on Sun Mar 2, 2008 @ 8:23am |
 Coolness: 102840 | WWWHWHHHHHOOOOOOOSHHHHHHH!!!!!
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