December 2011
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WOAR JOURNAL #001
ROCKET AND RAZER MISS THEIR MOTHER. WELL ROCKET MORE THAN RAZER, RAZER JUST STARES BLANKLY AND CHEWS ON MY SHOES. TODAY I TOLD THEM “CHILDREN, YOUR MOTHER DOESN’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. SO I AM GOING TO RAISE YOU LIKE CATTLE AND THEN SELL YOUR ORGANS FOR BEER MONEY. AND IF THERE’S ANY MONEY LEFT AFTER THAT I’LL BUY SOME CIGARS, PORN, BULLETS, AND MAYBE A MEXICAN HOOKER OR...
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I’m glad you’re back, now I don’t have to stab you.
– Turley, The Longest Yard
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64.95% of my dash is pure epicness. 25% is makes me want to either punch someone or vomit. Maybe both. Maybe punch someone so hard they vomit. 10% I’m indifferent to 0.05% is sparkly unicorn barf. These stats are entirely made up. But the point is there’s too much vomit and not enough sparkle barf. Any recommendations?
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