Holy crap, what a bunch of thin-skinnerd, hyper-sensetive, mis-reading, whining crybabies. After my B.a.D Live Journal Is Gay post, everybody is like "Oooh, B.A.D's being all grinchy, he's being mean to us." Well, that proved to me that either you didn't read the words, or you didn't comprehend them. I can't hit you all on the head and read everyhing aloud to everybody, pointing out the parts where your brains should be kicking in. C'mon kids, I'm using my head right now, so you'll have to use yours too.
Normally I wouldn't be posting this late on a weekend, however I was woken up by some lady from Telus at 1 AM asking me if I needed additional long distance. Fantastic, thanks a lot you whore.
So now I'm flipping through TV channels and trying to get back to sleep. One important thing I have come across since being woken up is that the Gilmore Girls are so deserving of 1000 punches to the ovaries, it's not even funny.
Kliq reunion in the works... I'm pumped.
B.A.D
Song Of The Day: Xzibit- Say My Name (feat. Eminem)
Quote Of The Day: "You know, I've had a lot of jobs. Boxer, mascot, astronaut, imitation Krusty, baby proofer, trucker, hippy, plough driver, food critic, conceptual artist, grease salesman, carny, mayor, drifter, bodyguard for the mayor, country western manager, garbage commisioner, mountain climber, farmer, inventor, Smithers, Poochie, celebrity assistant, power plant worker, fortune cookie writer, beer baron, Kwik-E-Mart clerk, homophobe, and missionary, but protecting Springfield, that gives me the best feeling of all."
- Homer Simpson
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