...have you any wool?
Nov. 16th, 2001 11:42 amIf I was an Autobot, I'd be:
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Nov. 16th, 2001
Yes sir, yes sir, 3 bags full.
Nov. 16th, 2001 11:50 amI am 83% Metal-Head.
I was born with the mark of the beast on my forehead and an axe in my arms. I am the god of all things metal! Now if only I could get my parents to give me back my car keys.....
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She may be a Psycho Bitch Mother,
Nov. 16th, 2001 04:43 pmbut she's MY Psycho Bitch Mother. There is no way I would trade her in, cause it could only get worse.
Of course, that doesn't stop me from loathing her right this fucking minute.
All I asked for was $20. Me. Yes, me. The one who, even though she isn't working thanks to Target being clique-ish bitches with their heads stuck up their asses, manages to *some-fucking-how* take care of the dogs, clean the house and run all over fucking hell chasing down one god damn paper just so she can get her husband back in the country. That me. All I wanted was Twenty fucking dollars.
Nooooo, we can't do that, because she has to buy TJ a birthday present. That stupid fuckup who isn't even LOOKING for a fucking job because the stupid pissant can't pass a fucking drug test due to the fact that he spends his days running around with his friends, getting high and playing basketball. When he isn't doing that, he's helping my dad out with his company, for FUCKING FREE!!
Oh, did I mention he has a kid due any day now? I have, haven't I?
Did I also mention that stupid fuck has already gotten: a $30 Dart board (with darts), a $20 model car, a $60 dollar shirt, money from Dad, money from Grandma, a $20 remote control car, and a pool cue that isn't here yet.
Why the fuck does he get that? Huh? Why aren't these people buying him fucking diapers? A job? A FUCKING CLUE.
All I wanted was $20. To buy a new pair of shoes.
Fuck them.
Of course, that doesn't stop me from loathing her right this fucking minute.
All I asked for was $20. Me. Yes, me. The one who, even though she isn't working thanks to Target being clique-ish bitches with their heads stuck up their asses, manages to *some-fucking-how* take care of the dogs, clean the house and run all over fucking hell chasing down one god damn paper just so she can get her husband back in the country. That me. All I wanted was Twenty fucking dollars.
Nooooo, we can't do that, because she has to buy TJ a birthday present. That stupid fuckup who isn't even LOOKING for a fucking job because the stupid pissant can't pass a fucking drug test due to the fact that he spends his days running around with his friends, getting high and playing basketball. When he isn't doing that, he's helping my dad out with his company, for FUCKING FREE!!
Oh, did I mention he has a kid due any day now? I have, haven't I?
Did I also mention that stupid fuck has already gotten: a $30 Dart board (with darts), a $20 model car, a $60 dollar shirt, money from Dad, money from Grandma, a $20 remote control car, and a pool cue that isn't here yet.
Why the fuck does he get that? Huh? Why aren't these people buying him fucking diapers? A job? A FUCKING CLUE.
All I wanted was $20. To buy a new pair of shoes.
Fuck them.
