Seriously tho, I just fell off my computer chair and slung sticky notes and erase-able pens everywhere. My uncontrollable cackling and arm swings,led to my 38 oz dark scottish ale being kneaded like shampoo into my persian imported carpet and priceless egyptian tapestry, shirt, and surge protector.While I flailed wildly like the first victim in Jaws, I grew unable to control outbursts of pain and jubilee(yes jubilee) which resonated so dark and shrill they managed to instill a deep disturbance into my roommates sleep that she now manifests vivid nightmares and often claims to hear the screams in public places: thus the cause of her stress-seizures. Once my torso and windpipe became knotted in a light-beer battered, web of mouse cords and many other cables, most of which I had to remove(and then replace) with a dust-covered, butter knife, forgotten underneath my desk yet just within my grasp. This was like(not like but exactly) a sort of painful and foul smelling game of russian roulette except with 125 volts of unrelenting pain and agony. A hefty upgrade versus that tacky/overdone, yet painless and much welcomed lead shell with brass casing. !!Boo Stone Ages!! Life is great even now. Even with this damaged heart valve, often sounding similar to a kinked water hose off in the distance, a two foot moldy beer stain, the color of black tar shortly after a long deep-fry in a satanic vat of evil and blackness that results in a solid similar to five year old bazooka gum. Now this stain-spawn of Satan's seed radiates a visible smell of biker-bar-mat(almost tangible green fumes which linger and burn your nose like horseradish)I love my hospital mandated live-in therapist that hates television and prefers large posters of Chelsey Clinton which come equipped with 3 preset Chelsey sayings conveniently played/screamed (so loud it startles you every time) through an oversized, "pro-life"-labled button, that is just DYING to be pushed. Her poster was autographed but damaged mysteriously(i did it)subsequently costing me the financial freedom to life insurance for six months. Life sure is silly! haha! (killme) This picture, yet pricey to look at,was oh-so-worth-it(three unnecessary dashes)!!!!! **AUDIBLE SIGH** I mean..these kinds of things just happen..to all kinds of other people; not just me, because I'm not insane. I'm not insane. I'm very much sane. **MANIC LAUGH** ya know? I'm ok now, totally ok... Besides chicks dig scars and a slight stutter... I know this because it's on Wikipedia; if it's published literature, reliable internet articles, or just printed text on a napkin someone wrote with a broken crayon that no single CSI agent or NASA space equipment developer could ever discern, decipher, decode, defuse, determine, or any word with prefix 'de' which means to understand, a single known character or picture from any dialect, language, slang, or accidental sound caused by an inanimate object (eg: crash, bang, boing) that could be expressed via text, or anything simiar/unsimilar to anything ever within the database of human/unhuman knowledge since the dawn of time, ever forever within a loose or even faint grasp or understanding makes all said lines, shapes, text, or any purpose/accidental mark of any kind T-R-U-E, true.. so if you write it then it becomes true and that's in the Bible(printed text: see last paragraph)
^ I like this guy. He's good. Yeah me too. He's aight. STFU LARRY. Y'all chill. STFU COUNTRY BUMPKIN. bahahah. hahah. i hate you guys. We hate you too. Oh so you speak for both of you? Yes. no. who said that? me. ok dont start this crap. i didnt do it he did. fuck u guys im not even going to humor this nonsense.
I'm not even going to ask, but declare that you are high on something.
Be it PCP or love...something (I'm leaning toward PCP).
-Dennis
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