While we wait for those FUCKING carrots, let me tell you a story. Something that happened to me on the train yesterday. I was sitting on a train and the girl in the seat next to me pulled out her EVIL LAPTOP and started watching Pearl Harbor. I punched her out and threw her from the train.
No. But I should have.
Monday, January 30, 2006
How Pearl Harbor Nearly Destroyed My Life AGAIN
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Sooooo, how did it almost destroy your life the first time?
My dad was born the day before the attack. That's a fact. If my grandmother had been on one of those ships, he probably would have never been born, I would have never existed, and I wouldn't have to write this meaningless post.
My great grandma was a prostitute who had sex constantly with Hitler's dad and kept Hitler's dad from going back home and raising Hitler properly. Hitler turned out pretty bad and treated the world just like a hooker. My grandma changed the world with her supple, supple breasts.
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