Listening to: Infected Mushroom - Things Are Not Funny
Reading: thisiswhyyourefat.com
Watching: Naked Snow Leopards
Playing: With my colon
Eating: Snickers Pie
Drinking: BAWLZ
Agghh, I have this sudden urge to make a big fatso burger patty, then buy two mini-pizzas and flip them upside down and use them as buns. Oh god, I'd yiff the fuck outta that.
Every time I listen to that song, I could swear the guy is singing about a night he banged some random prostitute. And then it gets to the part where he recalls it ending much too soon and I chuckle. He should have sang about how he prematurely blew his semens after the first thrust, and he ended up having to stand there in an embarrassing moment, handing his greens to a fairly disappointed street walker. Oh what a night, fucking cock hair trigger cunt whore bitch.
So I was with my azn skank at 4am hanging out at the local spot (walmart). And I was browsing the frozen isles, staring at the various pizzas. I happened to spot a curious flavor amongst the other familiars. Mexican style I thought, this must be a fiesta of different mexican flavors, salsas and spices and such. Then I looked at the front, and noticed that some fucking retard had crumpled up a bunch of tortilla chips, threw them at the pizza, and called it mexican style. What the fuck?! Seriously? How the fuck do you get away with this? I can't begin to comprehend the stupidity behind the marketing of something as asinine as this. You can't just throw some random fucking snack on top of a pizza and label it an ethnic flavor. I'm in such a rage right now with american culture. This is worse than those pancake-battered sausage corndogs that you sick assholes love so much. Why don't you stuff some fucking fortune cookies in there and call them asian corndogs. Who thought this up? What dickhat was sitting in a chair working on a mexican-style pizza, and decided that putting some chips on top would classify it as a mexican delight. God damnit, bro.