Announcement: I Live In A Box...
I just people to stop freaking out if they ask me if I've ever heard of/saw/did/heard/killed/fucked/exploded/imploded/watched something.
I live under a rock. I dont hear/seedo/kill/fuck/ect. shit. news flash: I live in A PENNSYLVANIAN SUBURBAN! The closest form of
entertainment is a KMart thats 45 minutes away, SO FUCK OFF! I didn't hear that new song by that countroverial new
band that parent groups hate that was caught in their tour bus with a kilo of crack, wacking it to "I Love Lucy" re-runs, with 15 murdered
little girls and 20 kindnapped sluts in the back of the tour van, and no, I havn't seen that new movie starring some overpaid pretty-boy
bitch, some kid star who we will never hear of again until he kills 19 people, robs a bank, or checks into rehab for herion, and some
washed up bitch actress who hasn't acted since 1985 and got fat as shit and really ugly, SO DONT ASK!!
No, I havn't tried the new death-wish "X-treme" sport that killed 1,000,000 people in 15 minutes last week, and I didn't watch the new
reality TV show about some famous person who is desperate to get on camera cause she hasn't been in the spotlight for 5 years.
I live in a fucking little box. So fuck off.
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