If you have a problem with that, get off of my blog, and take your stupid with you, stupids.
I reserve the right to bastardize the English language in any way I please. I feel entitled to break the rules based on my above average knowledge of, pff, well. Everything. Breaking rules because you’re a dummy is just dumbness. But breaking them on purpose is amusing, and I’m just so durn darn smart that it’s actually impossible for me to succumb to accidental errorism. I’m a little bit modest about it sometimes, but it’s a fact — I’ve never made a mistake in my life. Anything that happens to look even a little bit mistakey is designed that way.
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Do you ever have the feeling that people just don’t “get” you… Yeah… ’cause…
I guess it’s hard for the imperfect to comprehend the utter perfectness of my perfection.
I have no idea what I’m talking about.
“I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.”
I’m going to go watch The Pickup Artist.
