Sunday, September 27, 2009


this mourning, kafka woke me up at 6 am so he could run this stuupid marathon. he killed someone... or someone died... or there was pain and blisters and suffering... or something, i wuznt listening.

he got like 35123524th place or sumthing - he blamed his nee ingeri, but i think he is just a wimp.

morall of the story? dont wake me up in the mourning!!!!@$!#$

~mr. fuzzypants

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