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jesus pete unicorns are sweet.

yes, i still have fantasies about being a unicorn.

yes, they still involve my murderous rampages as a beautiful single horned horse-creature that nobody would suspect of such heinous crimes.

no, i will not accept the notion that they are mythical creatures.

and yes i'm still hoping that someday my school will accept "unicorns" as a major.

i hate terry so much right now. you know, the dude with those gay ass outfits. he wears like, a short sleeve collared shirt with a tie, like he's on a business trip. but it's casual friday. and he's gay.

now, he may not actually be a homosexual, but i do know that he eats poop, and tries to kill eskimos.

when i tried to ask for a comment on the matter he was "unavailable".

which means he was too busy eating poop and killing eskimos to return my phone call.

he came over once and was like, "hey dude, check out my watch" then he pointed at his arm, but instead of a watch he had stretched his penis over his wrist.

it was gay.

then he was like, "can i borrow some cash to buy a cat?"

i was all like, "no way dude. you know eskimos are allergic to cats and shit. they have like 9 words for those fuckers: holy shit it's a cat. fuck, i'm dead now."

then i was like, "nice try hitler. now go eat some poop, ya jerk."