so apparently this niggs over here has to censor their motherf***ing journals.
another inspirational story for those of you who feel like the world couldn't get any more unfair:
so i was walking my brother's fish, Ghetto, and some kid rode by in a tri-cycle.
that's the end of the story.
I want to f***ing blow up some f***ing balloons. like motherf***.
Damn I want a f***ing eBook. Those things look like the f***ing sh**.
DAMN THESE CENSORS. DAMN THEM TO HELL!
F*** i want some damn pancakes. motherf***ing brother takes so motherf***ing long to motherf***ing make them.
My brother is awesome. he's the f***ing funniest piece of sh** you'll ever meet. he's like 21. finally legal in Amrica and now he wants to f***ing move to motherf***ing Germany. damn, he's gonna get laid like every f***ing night like a motherf***ing pimp.
Whiskey (if you don't know who this is, refer back to earlier journals b**ch) says HELLO
ima write another motherf***ing poem, k b**ches?
From The Land Of All That Is Good and Holy
December 11th, 2011 at 06:53pm