First lemme make it clear that I couldn't care less about who the president is. As long as neither have a platform that is gonna prevent Avril Lavigne from making albums or Degrassi from going off the air then it doesn't affect me. Why? Cause I'm a draft dodger. But after the election the other day I'm highly upset with the results...
Oh no not who won. I mean the resulting attitudes of the dumb white people I saw the day after. Now it's one thing to be bummed out that Obama won but to be SURPRISED? I mean of course the faggot state I live in went to McCain. But that's only because the residents of South Carolina are racist and live in 1870. But yo you were SURPRISED?! OH WORD?! Um... lemme ask you this.
Go to the mall recently? Did you walk by the airbrush station? Could you purchase a Palin Power t-shirt or a McCain Is Our Main visor? Nah son. But I fucking bet you could cop an Obey Obama tall-tee all day long innit? Obama was a pop culture figure. Some people don't even know even today who McCain is. But you were surpised...
So anyway I was washing my Obey Obama shirt the other day (oops!) and I was throwing it in with my socks, which are ankle cut, never any higher unless they're thigh fucking high, and my red VzW stuff and my roommate starts freaking the fuck out. "You have to seperate your whites and colors!" And I said fuck that we're at war. They're all going in at once. I mean for all I know, this whole whites and reds seperation thing could just be a rumor I've been blindly following. And you can't base things on rumors. Like Red Bull gives you wings? The fuck it does. That never happened to me. And if anyone deserves wings it's me. They don't even hand em out on airplanes anymore cause some Suckit (a new noun I'm trying out) pricked himself with em. Basically there's this huge conspiracy to keep me from getting wings. I think that's what I'm really getting at here. And I won't stand for it. I'll fly for it though. (HA! See what I did there? Pretty treach. [prounounced "trech" like "treacherous."...it's an adjective I'm trying out.])
::sigh:: But alas... I can't fly. Instead of wings I got feet. And something you might not know about me? I fucking hate feet. But I only hate them because they're disgusting. And because I hate feet...I also hate dudes who wear flip-flops. Also you might have noticed that uh...it's fucking November. So unless your last name is "Of Nazareth" there's really no reason you should be still wearing flip-flops anyway.
I'd tell you more but I have to go watch Gossip Girl and drink Crunk!!! juice. Simultaneously. Nose closed.
Stay treach. (see?! This word is versatile.)
