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Tank
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Wake up, are you alive, will ya listen to me?
I'm gonna talk about some freaky shit now!
Here it is...
I lost 10 dollars... and a pen.
Hokay, so, I was lazy dis morning. I had a 10 doll0r bill out of my wallet so I just picks it up and puts it in me left pocket with my pen. Good weapon. Mmm. Anywho, I dally through my day. Most of it.
Then as I'm walkin' along, I realize something is missing... my ten ****ing dollars! Eff Zeus, I says! Eff Zeus! Eff Jebs! That's ten dollars! MY ten dollars! That can buy me lunch and a movie! Or lots of pens! Or a Britney Spears CD! I figure it must have fallen out when I was goin' for my pen one of those times. But gawddammit! You know that feeling you get when you find money? Well, multiply that by -10, and that's how I felt.
Hokay, I says, I'll just move on. Without my 10 bucks. So I leave, drive around, lalalala, I feel great. Then my pen disappears! I swear to Atlas I put it in that same left pocket! And these were even different pants (yeah I skipped the strip scene... sorry)! At this point I'm kind of enraged, so I inform some maties ahoy of the problem. Sometimes I think that they think that I think that they think that I'm insane, so they fake understanding the best that they can.
Anyhow, here I am. No loose 10 doll0r bill. And a new pen that's exactly the same as the old one. George will be missed, but I can move on. Really, I can. ;(
Some little prick is ten doll0rs richer, and that just makes me want to stabby his eyes out with this pen! Mine! :flame:
That's my story for today... such Hell. ;(
I'm gonna talk about some freaky shit now!
Here it is...
I lost 10 dollars... and a pen.
Hokay, so, I was lazy dis morning. I had a 10 doll0r bill out of my wallet so I just picks it up and puts it in me left pocket with my pen. Good weapon. Mmm. Anywho, I dally through my day. Most of it.
Then as I'm walkin' along, I realize something is missing... my ten ****ing dollars! Eff Zeus, I says! Eff Zeus! Eff Jebs! That's ten dollars! MY ten dollars! That can buy me lunch and a movie! Or lots of pens! Or a Britney Spears CD! I figure it must have fallen out when I was goin' for my pen one of those times. But gawddammit! You know that feeling you get when you find money? Well, multiply that by -10, and that's how I felt.
Hokay, I says, I'll just move on. Without my 10 bucks. So I leave, drive around, lalalala, I feel great. Then my pen disappears! I swear to Atlas I put it in that same left pocket! And these were even different pants (yeah I skipped the strip scene... sorry)! At this point I'm kind of enraged, so I inform some maties ahoy of the problem. Sometimes I think that they think that I think that they think that I'm insane, so they fake understanding the best that they can.
Anyhow, here I am. No loose 10 doll0r bill. And a new pen that's exactly the same as the old one. George will be missed, but I can move on. Really, I can. ;(
Some little prick is ten doll0rs richer, and that just makes me want to stabby his eyes out with this pen! Mine! :flame:
That's my story for today... such Hell. ;(