Hey gang! Aren't you psyched that it's Friday? Woot woot! The weekend is here and we are going to par-tay! Am I right? Haha, no, of course I am joking. For you there will be no parties, only an endless journey to a dark and thankless grave whilst warbling "At the End of the Day" from
<i>, I&rsquo;ll be masturbating and crying while little demonic old people come out from beneath my bed and shriek a lot.</i> Try psilocybin mushrooms instead of peyote.
Ah, Sweet Sara puts it all into perspective! I reached Friday thinking, well, things aren&#039;t really that bad. Her potty-mouthed truth-telling reminds me we are not merely fucked, we are really, most sincerely fucked.
Kidney stone on hallucinogenics, um, no, just no.
&quot;I see the pain..it has sharp pointed teeth and a Santa cap...and it has Jim DeMint&#039;s face...now it&#039;s melting...&quot;
You sheep fucking Scottish bastard, we are sick of your shit as well!
&quot;Barazzle O&rsquo;Bamzle&quot; will be someone&#039;s username before the end of the weekend. FACT.
The national Christmas tree proves that Barack is morally weak.
And a birf certificate!
<i>, I&rsquo;ll be masturbating and crying while little demonic old people come out from beneath my bed and shriek a lot.</i> Try psilocybin mushrooms instead of peyote.
Ah, Sweet Sara puts it all into perspective! I reached Friday thinking, well, things aren&#039;t really that bad. Her potty-mouthed truth-telling reminds me we are not merely fucked, we are really, most sincerely fucked.