I love my bucket.

I wanna fuck it.



Like I should already know, but young teenage boys are immature idiots. I watched 4 of them fight over who got to give a bucket of balls to the baseball coach. Then, when I thought they were done, one of them got angry over whose turn it was to have the bucket. Those boys sure love their balls.



Also learned I can't fly, I've got scrapes and bruises to prove it. I tried to jump from one wooden bench to another, no such luck I suppose, as I got my foot caught and smashed my face and flipped over. Oddly enough I didn't break my nose or neck.



Something I really want to mention though, cocaine. Pure Cocaine, it's like Bangkok and Killer Whales. I didn't know either were right in front of my face, when they were.



If your going to lie, think of something better than "I DID NOT KNOW IT WAS THERE AND I DIDN'T DO IT, AND THE ACHOHOL WELL WE PARTIED AND JUST LEFT THE COKE OUT BECAUSE WE, I MEAN THOSE HOOKERS I ORDERED, I MEAN MY FRIENDS, I MEAN, LOLWUT?" Yeah, could you just not say "Oh shit I messed up." Or are you just trying, and failing, to save your ass to haters? You have even more haters now, because if are that dense that you don't even realize you're getting a picture taken with an illegal substance, you deserve everything that you get.



Want to know what you will get now? Haters, or fucked over crack heads as fans. You're going to screw anything in a skirt, get some STD's, then die a short horrible death. You have lost so much respect, that I can't even try to tell anyone, let alone myself that you are anything more. You are nothing anymore, you're finished.



When the day turned to night

Everything seemed alright