Pickles.
Zombies, Vampires, Werewolves, Pirates, Wizards, Munchkins, should all go fuck themselves.
Tomorrow tastes like kraft dinner. Two boxes; not one.
If i run out of clever things to say, I'll continue on anyway. I figure its kind of like when you laugh twice at a joke, but then the third through seventh times arent funny, but then the eighth time is.
Knock Knock jokes would actually be funny if administered on strangers doorsteps.
I like the previous thought quite a lot.
Everyone enjoys a good poop, don't even consider saying otherwise.
Liars never prosper, but prosperity is for pussies. That word spelled really does look like puss-ies. Gross.
Buffaloes are making a comeback.
Baseball is less boring than I thought it was previously. Golf isn't.
Im out. and I have to poop. POOP <3
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