SOME SHIT I WROTE AT JOE'S

OK. So like, I'm at Joe's, right. Yeah, you know the one. The Joe that.. has the.. the thing.
and there's parrot.
But that's beside the point. So yeah, I'm bored. So I'm just going to shove this piece of shit old-tyme midi in your face.
and RANT. RANT LIKE THE WIND. pleasure you can't measure

FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS:

That fucking RAT from Nightmare on Elm Street 2. Ok, now, look. That's just inexcusable. I don't CARE if you don't know what I'm talking about, BUT I DAMN WELL DO AND IT DISGUSTS ME.
However, disregarding the above statement completely, I must say it was the most brilliant display of puppeteering I have ever been fortunate enough to witness. It brought tears to my eyes. I hope you know which rat I speak of, because if you don't then it's coming out of your paycheck. MOVING ON

THE SATCHMO

ok so this one time i ate boiled peanuts.

nin nin

Ok. Well. ... i'm out of things to rant about already. I guess I'll just talk about how useless those ScentStories things are. Joe's prophecies state that one day they will make a manly version of ScentStories that include the calming scents of both corn and ass.
WE DON'T KNOW EITHER
whoa hrothgar is one level higher than o-ren.

This picture of Beetlejuice. Look at it.

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