my wound is healing but this blood ain't never gonna come out of these pants.

yea, so i feel the need to update though i have very little to say. hmm...

in my sculpture class this morning i had erin smack her plaster-dust covered hands all over my ass so everyone would think i was an intergalactic �ber pimp and the ladies just couldn't keep their hands off me. it didn't work.

speaking of the word �ber, i would like to go off for but a moment. you know those retarded ass stickers that people have on their cars that say such things as "fukingr�ven" and "farfromp�kin" and shit like that? yea...well recently i've seen a whole new wave of stickers that say "f�kbinladen", of course meaning "fuck bin laden." however, what these tuglobual-buttnoids don't seem to understand is that the umlaut (or �) defines an emphisis and dictates an "oo" sound. therefore, their clever little stickers phonetically read "fook bin laden" which makes no sense unless yer scotish.

f�k a t� liter of that shit.

rock the parcel.

�h h�h.

word.