I'm just going to let loose and worry about the aftermath later on when peopel point out to me, that despite what I might think, they can go fuck themselves, because I'm not having any of their opinionated bull shit! I almost wrote bus fare, which would've made that last sentence entirely different, but what the hell right? I mean, despite the over abundance of waffles and bacon, I can get a fish sentence any time at McDonalds.
Yes I put sentence instead of sandwich cause I'm just going to bounce my mind all over the place tonight! HELL FRIGGIDY FRAG YEAH! And no, this isn't some attention whoring that I'm doing, because why bother with that self pitting tray of a hate fest? Is it really worthy of the epicness of a bacon wrapped donut eating contest while chugging five ounces of meth soaked tap water?
How the shit can you soak tap water? It's already wet. I'm not too concerned with the locals of anything right the fuck now, cause I'm just releasing the Crazeh Wave that's been building up inside me for the last few days, why? Why not!?
Who are you to judge me for the things I write? Are you afraid of the googenheimer!? THE GOOGENHEIMER IS NOT PLEASED! WTF is a damned googenheimer anyways? Is that like a tropical fish located on the beaches of Bavaria or something? I think that's what it means. And before you relatives get all freakeh deakeh, just know this, the randomness that pops up is like a organized explosion, everything happening at once, because fuck logic, that's why!
Yep, that is the kind of fish fries I like. I mean, fish fries would be hard as hell to eat because they'd just friggin fall apart like no ones business. I'm not trying to focus the smurfs because Those little blue bastards are like tiny doctor manhattens without the melt your face off powers. Random connections to unknown references? YOU BETCHERSWEETASSIJUSTDIDTHAT! No spaces brah, no spaces. Speaking of bras... I won't actually. I get the pretty damned clear purpose of it... But why? I mean, isn't the natural look... oh god no. I just envisioned the natural look, and despite my personal preferences for that area... Meh I say. I have focused too long on that particular subject, and I will never subject myself to that subjection of the current subject!
Confused!? You should be! It's a zig zagging line of thought that transcends mortal logic, because stepping on legos is like watching a One direction concert and listeing to any of Beibers "I hate myself, please love me" Songs!
I... I've lost my train of thought. Did I ever really have it to begin with while writing this?
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