Brown Paper, Betty, and THE RED BLOTCHY THING OF DOOOOOOOM!

Let me start of with a little dance.......

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Now that dancing is out of my system, I'm going to relish on how `(insert random things here because I'm obviously not going to go into any reason as to why I'm extremely happy because I wouldn't give details and you pigfucks, and I mean that with love, would construe it as something other then what happend and you probally will anyways so I'm not sure why I care nore why I'm writing this extreme run-on sentence.

I have great fear in the RED BLOTCHY THING OF DOOOOOOOM. I look at it this way; "Frank", being so close to "George" will pass the RED BLOTCHY THING OF DOOOOOOOM to her. Then in the process of me spending quality time with "George",the little things that make the RED BLOTCHY THING OF DOOOOOOM tick, will jump ship and rape the hell out of my face. Immediately following the invasion of my face, I feel find Mickey and share the love. On the other hand, locking "Frank" up in a closet until the RED BLOTCHY THING OF DOOOOOOOM is gone sounds pretty good to me.

What most of you don't and probaly never will realize, I'm sure that's good too, is that brown paper is vital to the layaway process at the "Mart". The "Mart" is the hell hole that claims the souls of everyone but "Frank". Now the thing about the "Mart", it's filled with a ton, A FUCKIN' TON, of idiots, inbreds, rednecks, and brainless people. That annoys me, it annoys me alot. I hate stupid people. If I had the power to put all the stupid people I came across on a list to be killed, I'd probally do it. But I don't and I'd probaly put myself on the list so I guess it's a good thing the world doesn't revolve around my ass.

And before I tackle the last and final subject on my non-existent list, I must first share something with all of you.

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Beware the tampon doll..............................

And now..................BETTY. I will use a method called "audience participation" to decide whether or not I change my name. This does one of two things; lets you do something instead of just sitting on your ass and reading this pointless shit, and lets us know is "you" really do indeed exist. Sometimes I wonder if it's just us being amused at our musings......a truely saddening thought. So if you exist use the damn comment link and LET US KNOW BETTY OR NO!

Now I may try to sleep, if I can, which I doubt.