Today was so super fricken busy. It made me get the anger. The bad kind of anger, not the jokey kind of anger that I get when certain people make fun of me and try to convince me that I am a ghost. No. Not that kind. The kind where I start to talk really super fast and make aggresive hand gestures when I talk.
But then I got un-angry. Which I believe they call, "happy" in some cultures.
All because of Richard Cheese. That dude is fucking awesome. He makes me smile. And his milkshake brings all the boys to the yard because, that's right, it's totally better than yours.
SO... it is with great pleasure that I bring you this. (Consider this my grand gesture, Platypus.)
I love it. SO HARD. I'm outtie, bitches!
1 comment:
The Cheese = The SH*T
'Nuff said.
*I don't like swearing on Blogs...maybe me feel icky.
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