Anti abandons the internet.
it's finally over, thank fucking god.Tuesday, February 22, 2005
FUCK TODAY! the phone wont stop RINGIN and RINGING and RIGNING and RIGNING and RINGING and RINGING and RINGING and RININGGGGGGGGGAAA.
i dont like it. and i dont like phones.
now i have to leave for the god damned dentist, and i know it gonna make me mental when whats her name starts tearing my gum line apart, and talks baby talk to me.
"lemme just scrape this here toothey woothey. oooops now you're all bloody shmuddy. pooor thingaling!!!"
whats the worst breath i can have? i want my breath to smell like onion, garlic, ass, and if at all possible... the smell of a rotten carcass.
that's my revenge. you wanna dig around in my mouth, well fine. but now the back of your ear lobes are gonna be sweatin' like a bitch, got me?
i'll ice all you mothercluckers in one giant swoop. im the ice man, and this is my ice box, prepare to die.
im gonna take a sharpie indelible marker, and write, "fuck baby talking dental assistants. they SUCKKKKKKK" on my neck.
while she's working on my teeth im gonna let loose the most deadliest egg farts i can muster up. im talking about a fart so bad it would make the paint peel.
oh well, at least tonight i get to relax with a phat bag of the deacon. num num.
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