dear god ok what?

i'm staring at this giant white box knowing that i have absolutely nothing of any pertainence to say. also, my morale is low because i don't know how to spell "pertainence". fuck dood.

when i have a giant bronze statue of me in new york's time square because i'm an american hero for having eaten the most hotpockets whilst recieving the most head in history, the plaque will have giant greek letters that say "ROCKUM DE PARCELUM". oh yes it shall be so.

rock the parcel.

uh huh.

word.