Okay today I was walking home with my little brother, like usual. Then out of know where this chick flies by on a bike going like fifty miles per hour, riding with one hand because she has a beer in the other, and right as she goes by she throws her can in a pile of snow and it splatters all over me. Now she's half way down the block, and she looks back at me, and winks. I know right wtf. I had half a mind to just cuss her out, but you know what I was scared to, because she looked like a violent girl. And I didn't want to get my ass kicked in front of my little brother. That really did piss me of though I hope she hits a brick, and gets put into a coma. Let me ask you something why do people, but "based on a true story" in the beginning of a movie when they know they made everything in it up. Seriously, the whole time you're like," OMG there was really a guy named Bob who lived in Detroit, got abducted and raped by space aliens, was returned to earth, found a cure for cancer, made Ryan Seacrest come out of the closet, took Amy Winehouse to rehab, then survived a 700 foot fall." (All impossible things.) Then you Google it, and find out the only true thing in the movie was that there was really a guy named Bob who lived in Detroit. F#*%ing liars.
I was just wondering do any of your sisters have really gay friends, cause mine does. There's three kinds of her gay friends. There's the ones who have the same name as her, that are obsessed with Miley Cyrus. Then there's the fat girls. Then there's the skinny ones who always want to take a shower with her, and break shit everytime they come over. Last but not least there's the ones with the piercings. Yeah bunch of creepers in my house. Uhhhhhh.
Question of the day.
Chicken Noodles or Ooodles of Noodles
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