Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Fuckinn Ireland.

So i went to Jesse's house two day. It was mediocre at best. His face annoyed me. During one of my hallucinations, a worm came out of his nose, and then crawled into his guitar. It seems like he is out to get me. I'm not sure why yet. Missing farrell. He's in Ireland. Fuckin Ireland. Fucking dunkin donuts. Gosh I want. I'm not sure why yet.

(Pat, I'm out to get you. Now. I'm creepin' on your ass with dick in hand. Naaaaaaaah. More like knife in hand, because I'm gonna stab you. Stab the smart right outta ya.)
-Jesse thought this. I'm sure of it.

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