Someone called me a name at school today, so I threw my milk at him and cried. I missed. Now I know how Kim Jong-Il feels like.
Someone called me a name at school today, so I threw my milk at him and cried. I missed. Now I know how Kim Jong-Il feels like.
Sorry for the pseudo-bump, but it looks like Chad Ocho Cinco accidentally got in on the action a few days back:
Okay, first Mrs. Fawcett now Mr. Jackson, please tell me this is a mistaken rumor, if not this is just as sad as 9/11.
He was probably serious.
Today I killed this meme by trying to fit in. Now I know what Soulja Boy feels like.
Who the fuck is Chad Ocho Cinco?
Today I had to explain a chemistry problem to a kid next to me in lecture, made me think of what Daniel Faraday's life must have been like.
My mom had her wisdom teeth taken out recently, reminded me of Kanye West.
Today I had lunch with a boy who has tourette's, now I know how Barack Obama feels.
Today I masturbated to a picture of Beyonce, now I know how Jay-Z feels.
Today we just got a summer intern, this is how southern landowners must have felt like in the 1700s.
I staffed at Anime Expo. Now I now what a Band of Brothers felt like.