Now that I've checked the pizza,
(which has burned to a crisp by now because I was messn' around on this blog),
I'll explain why I need a little red wagon.
I visited the UMKC campus today and took their little tour, with their little pamphlets, and with their little students full of knowledge and with their little fountains. The anxiety I am now facing upon returning to school in my ripe old age, ehem, has returned full force. They can all bite me!
Yes, I am bitter. And yes, I need a big block of salt. And yes, I need a little wagon to roll around my big block of salt on campus. Mr. Killjoy informed me today that if I pulled around a giant block of salt everywhere my little feet went in a little red wagon, people would think it was a salt lick and call me a cow.
So now I'm the bitter cow on campus?!
He could'nt let me have it for one second.
I named him, I named him Mr.Killjoy for a reason people. I still want my wagon.
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I'm guessing Mr. Killjoy has nothing to do with his performance in bed, huh?
Sorry Killjoy, it was open.
The name is NOT because he's kill'n that kinda joy, if you know what I mean! I rate your performance right up there in the top ten babe! Bowchicabowow!
I know, I'm joshing ... remember, I roomed with you two f*ck bunnies!!
hey...you are pushing tin my friend! (does that even make sense?) oh well. bye.
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