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I tried looking up Booker T & the MG's Green Onions on YouTube today, but I wound up typing Booker Onions. Now I can't stop laughing for some reason.
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Bought a random water bottle because it's too hot:
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*ahem*
My friend turned down another job offer, so now he's going to have tomorrow free, and my brother wants to hang out with him for the whole day. And then my parents want to go out to dinner and my sisters are coming home early. Normally, I'd be elated at this sort of thing, but it's my fucking birthday tomorrow. The last time I had people put importance on my birthday, it was a fucking disaster. I can't handle the day. I hate the constant coddling and I really hate getting gifts that aren't stories or drawings or heartfelt things like that. My birthdays have almost always been solitary events where I'd stay in my room, acknowledge that I'm another year older, and eat something, usually a steak. That's all I ask for every year. I don't mind talking with people (I actually planned to talk with someone all day tomorrow which is why I'm so steamed about this), but I don't want the matter at hand to be, "wow, its ur burthdai," throughout the whole day. The best gift anyone could get me is a small, subtle sign that they care. The more effort that's put into it (like forcing themselves to say it every minute of the day, and I can tell when it's forced), the less it really means to me.
Jesus, now I remember why it's always the summer that gets me depressed...
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My friend turned down another job offer, so now he's going to have tomorrow free, and my brother wants to hang out with him for the whole day. And then my parents want to go out to dinner and my sisters are coming home early. Normally, I'd be elated at this sort of thing, but it's my fucking birthday tomorrow. The last time I had people put importance on my birthday, it was a fucking disaster. I can't handle the day. I hate the constant coddling and I really hate getting gifts that aren't stories or drawings or heartfelt things like that. My birthdays have almost always been solitary events where I'd stay in my room, acknowledge that I'm another year older, and eat something, usually a steak. That's all I ask for every year. I don't mind talking with people (I actually planned to talk with someone all day tomorrow which is why I'm so steamed about this), but I don't want the matter at hand to be, "wow, its ur burthdai," throughout the whole day. The best gift anyone could get me is a small, subtle sign that they care. The more effort that's put into it (like forcing themselves to say it every minute of the day, and I can tell when it's forced), the less it really means to me.
Jesus, now I remember why it's always the summer that gets me depressed...
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The new YouTube One Channel layout is a sack of poopoo. Whoever implemented this should eat stools and die horribly of malaria.
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So I just read that Red really dislikes getting presents that are not meaningful. I already drew him a dorky picture, so I figure I should write a story as well, since I want to show I care like a true bro. I’d like to be considerate and share it with you all.
The Ballad of Ghost Adell.
Written by Tyrant Valvatorez
So this one day Adell died and became a ghost. Without Rozalin, he was ghost lonely. It just didn’t feel right without her sexy blonde hair stabbing him in the face all day. Also he hated needing to change his catchphrase to ‘that’s just my ghost style’; it just didn’t feel right.
So he spent his time beating up a bunch of ghost demons. That went pretty well, since they’re lightweight and stuff. But it still wasn’t enough to sate him of his loneliness. So he went to Ghost Baskin Robins, because he didn’t have to worry about getting ghost fat. He ate the whole store because aw yeah, ghost building— I mean ghost ice cream.
Feeling a little bit better, he decided to go to the nightclub Phantom Menace and shake his ghost booty. He shook his ghost booty all night. Until he spotted some other ghost shaking their ghost booty. What a fine ghost booty it was. So he scooted closer to try and get a better look at the dancer. Lo’ and behold, it was Valvatorez, the Ghost Tyrant. He sparkled and all that shit.
“Welp,” Adell said to himself as he started ghost thrusting in his direction. “I’m ghost gay now. Radical.” The two partied like it was the witching hour. Like two hip wallflowers or some bullshit.
After all that ghost partying, it was time to get ghost-face wasted. The two shook their fine asses onto a ghost bar. “Bro,” said Adell, throwing back a ghost beer. “You and I should get more acquainted. Like go out to ghost games and stuff.”
“Well I am a fan of the Spectrals,” Valvatorez said, ghost nodding to Adell.
“I gots an idea. You should come to my ghost apartment, you’re hot.”
So that’s what happened. They got into their ghost Mercedes Benz, but hit like 20 ghost cats or something, I dunno. Point is they should not be driving.
At Adell’s apartment, the two chilled on the sofa, watching things like Ghost Hunters, and that shitty movie A Haunting in Connecticut. Adell gawked at Valvatorez, hardly paying attention to that piece of shit playing on the screen. Seriously fuck that movie. “You’ve got a butt that won’t quit, you know.”
“I know. I could say the same about you.”
Then they started ghost making out. But when things just started to get good, and Adell lowered Valvatorez to the sofa, he accidentally lied onto the remote, which switched the channel to 13 Ghosts. 13 is an unlucky number right? Anyway that movie started playing just as Adell started touching da ghost butt. “No stop das gay.” Valvatorez wailed, shoving Adell off of him.
“Oh god damnit, 13. Why does it have to be up in my ghost face, blocking me from getting the ghost ass?”
But it’s fine, because Adell just changed the channel to the movie Ghost. And then they resumed making out and ghost butt touching.
The End.
The Ballad of Ghost Adell.
Written by Tyrant Valvatorez
So this one day Adell died and became a ghost. Without Rozalin, he was ghost lonely. It just didn’t feel right without her sexy blonde hair stabbing him in the face all day. Also he hated needing to change his catchphrase to ‘that’s just my ghost style’; it just didn’t feel right.
So he spent his time beating up a bunch of ghost demons. That went pretty well, since they’re lightweight and stuff. But it still wasn’t enough to sate him of his loneliness. So he went to Ghost Baskin Robins, because he didn’t have to worry about getting ghost fat. He ate the whole store because aw yeah, ghost building— I mean ghost ice cream.
Feeling a little bit better, he decided to go to the nightclub Phantom Menace and shake his ghost booty. He shook his ghost booty all night. Until he spotted some other ghost shaking their ghost booty. What a fine ghost booty it was. So he scooted closer to try and get a better look at the dancer. Lo’ and behold, it was Valvatorez, the Ghost Tyrant. He sparkled and all that shit.
“Welp,” Adell said to himself as he started ghost thrusting in his direction. “I’m ghost gay now. Radical.” The two partied like it was the witching hour. Like two hip wallflowers or some bullshit.
After all that ghost partying, it was time to get ghost-face wasted. The two shook their fine asses onto a ghost bar. “Bro,” said Adell, throwing back a ghost beer. “You and I should get more acquainted. Like go out to ghost games and stuff.”
“Well I am a fan of the Spectrals,” Valvatorez said, ghost nodding to Adell.
“I gots an idea. You should come to my ghost apartment, you’re hot.”
So that’s what happened. They got into their ghost Mercedes Benz, but hit like 20 ghost cats or something, I dunno. Point is they should not be driving.
At Adell’s apartment, the two chilled on the sofa, watching things like Ghost Hunters, and that shitty movie A Haunting in Connecticut. Adell gawked at Valvatorez, hardly paying attention to that piece of shit playing on the screen. Seriously fuck that movie. “You’ve got a butt that won’t quit, you know.”
“I know. I could say the same about you.”
Then they started ghost making out. But when things just started to get good, and Adell lowered Valvatorez to the sofa, he accidentally lied onto the remote, which switched the channel to 13 Ghosts. 13 is an unlucky number right? Anyway that movie started playing just as Adell started touching da ghost butt. “No stop das gay.” Valvatorez wailed, shoving Adell off of him.
“Oh god damnit, 13. Why does it have to be up in my ghost face, blocking me from getting the ghost ass?”
But it’s fine, because Adell just changed the channel to the movie Ghost. And then they resumed making out and ghost butt touching.
The End.
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See, if you guys can make anything even half as good as that, then I'm practically begging for presents this year.
Anyways, moving on now:
See, if you guys can make anything even half as good as that, then I'm practically begging for presents this year.
Anyways, moving on now:
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Been up all night finishing my history final on the Byzantine Empire while opera has been blaring on repeat
Why didn't I get more time to do this I'm going to have nightmares about Jesus's narrow Hellenistic style face slowly zooming into view while a man screams Ave Maria
Why didn't I get more time to do this I'm going to have nightmares about Jesus's narrow Hellenistic style face slowly zooming into view while a man screams Ave Maria
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My mom's getting on my nerves (not much new there...). She walks into my room, tells me happy birthday, then immediately starts going off about my hair. And sadly, I really want to cut it because my days of being a careless young person are over, but I can't allow myself to cut my hair so long as she wants me to. I was really really close to cutting it, like, had my brother not gone yesterday, I would have probably asked for a ride and the money soon. I like my hair long, but I think it would look better if it was just a little shorter and looked like... well, this:
It may be petty of me to stop myself from doing that simply because somebody wants me to, but I think it's petty of them to somehow feel superior over having control of my hair (and don't try saying they don't think that because you clearly don't know my family).
My grandparents just sent me a text message telling me to enjoy this day to the max. I don't think I've ever heard either of them use the phrase "to the max" before. Radical.
It may be petty of me to stop myself from doing that simply because somebody wants me to, but I think it's petty of them to somehow feel superior over having control of my hair (and don't try saying they don't think that because you clearly don't know my family).
My grandparents just sent me a text message telling me to enjoy this day to the max. I don't think I've ever heard either of them use the phrase "to the max" before. Radical.
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thank u i think it is very kawaii ^^Male said: