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Look everyone! I have some free time on my hands! It's times like these that I cherish.
I saw a shirt today. No really, I did. It said, "If you ain't a Steelers fan, you ain't shit."
I was working. She was eating. And it was obvious that she was a Steelers fan, but I just couldn't understand her shirt. Think about it.
The grammar errors are in their own seperate world, but the message is there... Personally, I couldn't care less about the Steelers, so... does that mean that I am not shit? And you are shit, because of your freakish obsession?
People. Breathing, thinking, capable people. Please read your shirt before you put it on. Think about what it says, and ask yourself, "Do I agree with this?" "Do I think I am shit?"
Or do you just want to walk around like a dumbass all day?
I says: hungry hungry hip-pos! it's hungry hungry hip-pos!
Himitoad says: i call the green one.
Angelot says: piss off. the green one's mine.
Plok says: God said it belongs to me this round. dont make me smite you.
Jen says: pffff. fine. we are playing Candyland now.
I says: I call the green one!
Angelot says: if you mix blue jello with red jello, it comes out purple!
Angelot says: but it doesn't taste like grapes.
Angelot says: i don't know why.
Angelot says: cuz it really should.
~scribbled by jen sometime around 1:21 AM
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