bailey

B,
you go on with yo bad self. Rage against that Machine. Oooops.....i kinda like machines, robots, whatnot. Okay, Rage against that Gaylord McJackAss. i remember those fond evenings of ten hours or more spent being held hostage at work, all in the thrall for the mighty dollars. B, things will get better, as cheesey as that sounds. One day you'll look back at this time and be somewhere different and say "Wow, I wonder what became of that Gaylord McDonkeyNuts guy? " And after like a millisecond, you'll be smiling and thinking perhaps several years down the road he got into a surreal freak accident, where a truck containing steel rebars suddenly swerves on the road and within that moment one of the bars is catipulted out and is furiously careening through the air, then McJackAss is on his day off out about in the town sucking down on a cherry flavored italian icee. Slurp. Slurp. There he is, where unbeknownst to him, that steel rebar heads in the general direction of his crotch. Without killing him, this steel rebar simply maims him, only to violently shorn off his genitals. After the surgery to repair this mishap, Gaylord McJackOff is left an Eunich, where he will spend the rest of his miserable days with a clear plastic tube acting as his substitute penis.

josyph

p.s. i too don't exactly know what i'm writing.