What is love~ baby don’t hurt me~ don’t hurt me~
No, I did not just change that last part. This is the dirty version of the song. If you don’t like it, then go shove a mango up your butt in the middle of aisle three in the grocery store. Why aisle three?
What is love~ baby don’t hurt me~ don’——
Okay, I don’t know why. I can’t think properly. Perhaps it’s because of the M&M’s I’m eating while making this blog. Perhaps it’s because the AC is blasting in my hot room. Perhaps it’s the glass of milk I chugged down and it’s giving me signs of diarrhea. Perhaps your mom is with me right now making me cookies. Perhaps it’s because the old hobo in my closet is asking for spare underwear because he used all of mine to make a quilt. Perhaps it’s because my love for M&M’s made me take off all my clothing and sit naked.
Speaking of love…
What is love~ baby don’t hurt m——
I joke. I don’t even know what that song is. People keep singing it in my program. I just copy what they do. Conforming? Hey, we all do it eventually. If we don’t conform to anything, then what do we have? Our PRIDE?
What is pride~ baby don’t jerk me~ don’t jerk me~
Okay, that was wrong, I admit it. Perhaps I have ruined the song for many people who are reading this blog right now. Well I am here to sincerely say, with all my heart and all due respect…
So it’s been a lazy weekend for me. I’m barely doing any homework at all, and I have a partner who lives in Brampton and was unable to work with me for three days. Talk about inflexibility. And I’m not just talking about his mom. OOOOOOOOHHH! YOU JUS’ GOT SERVED! BOOYAH! I joke, stop subtly, being confused. Other than me being lazy, which is like… err’day (I know, that was so whitewashed), nothing has been new with me. I just know I have to step up my game.
Naw, I joke. I mean in my program. So many people are developing skills and slowly getting better at what they do. I have a friend who recently got into all his programs, whereas I was only able to get into one of my programs last year. Serious competition. I wonder how many penises he has to suck to get in. I JOKE AGAIN! Where’s you’re sense of crude and hateful humor? He got in because he’s mad talanated and edumacated. It makes me think long and hard about what I’m gonna try to accomplish with my life.
Hehe, long and hard.
I have nothing to blog about today. School is never an interesting thing to talk about. I wonder why people tend to lean towards that subject anyways. Oh wait, I know why! To prevent prostate irritation!
To make conversation, obviously. I find that to be a common thing among my friends lately (aside from the people at my school already), but even sometimes people in the same program talk about things that go on in school. School is such a popular subject, and even when it’s hated by almost everyone, it is talked about commonly amongst people at parties and social gatherings in order to spew things that could possibly lead to bonding slash bonding in the sac slash bonding slash bonds. What is bond~ baby don’t shirt me~ don’t—- And do you know what I REALLY don’t get?
Why are cucumbers shaped like dildos?
Perhaps vegetables are males and fruits are females?
It’s a mystery among mysteries… among mysteries… among mysteries… among——
What is love~ baby don—-
Okay, you know what? This blog is going nowhere. It’s been a while since I blogged about anything significant, important or pertinent – my PENIS.
I joke. Perhaps I shall go back to story blogging.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who went outside her cave during the night. She was very curious to see what was beyond the horizons in the dusk. When she climbed the Tall Tall cliff, she made it to the top to find a TIGER BEAR AND DIED.
If any of you have not seen The Croods yet, you better go see it.
Well, that’s all on my mind for now. I shall blog about certain things I have undergone and witnessed during my life as a college student. Until then, keep calm and masturbate.
And for god’s sake, give a hobo some change… and then smack the cup towards the ground and kick him in the nuts.
What is nuts~ baby don’t… umm…
Yeah, I got nothin’.