There's never old regionalism in anybody's stare nowadays, can't you see that? Whatever we do, we'll called as "trolls" before the shit ever hits the fan; and good on ya, too! I just smoked a whole ounce of Lemon Grass and I have to shit badly. Should I go right this second, dash out of my room down the hall to the toilet, or should I hold it in for a few more minutes? I've been holding it since 12:32am. The clock now reads 12:38am. Five minutes, destroyed... never coming back. I was just on Ratebeer, and nobody likes to discuss a single topic of interest there without troll-bashing. The fuckers would rather be spoon-fed by Founders than someone with two penises dropping science on their puny apelike minds until suicide is not only optional, it's necessary. Of course people in these forums do not like democracy, nor do they seem to be all that thrilled with the Freedom of Speech. I was watching for a whole half-hour the Natalie Portman Inside the Actor's Studio interview; I'd fuck her... who wouldn't? Goddamn. I'm prairie doggin' it: in and out, in and out of my asshole; I rather like the sensation, so I might as well keep it up there for a little while longer.
It is now 12:46am. Yes!
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