I think there is some kind of weird ritual going on next door. I keep hearing drums...doom doom da doom doom...and some strange yelling...spainish yelling. I wonder if they are sacrificing a goat. If Daniel finds out they are killing a goat he's going to want to go over there and make it into a pizza. And damnit...I'm not gonna eat any.
People are screaming next door...in Spanish. What a bummer. I can't even listen in. A girl is crying histerically...in spanish. And something just smashed against the wall. A body I think...a spanish body. At least I think. It was a deep thud so most likely it wasn't an object...a spanish object. Much more like a body. Yeah. A spainish body.
They stopped now. Either he [the spanish guy] has calmed down, or he has killed his entire family. I am hoping for curtain number two. Sure...call me morbid, I don't care. If wishing the death of an entire family...spanish family, is considered wrong in the eyes of you people then you are all gay...and probably spainish.
Anyways...enough about spainish people. I love spainish people. Well ok, no I don't, but thats only because I don't know any spainish people, well I do, but not well enough to love them.
Man...talking about spainish people again. Ok. For real. I'm done.
Ok...the one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater...whats up with him. Is he purple, or does he eat purple people. I mean think about it. It's not very specific in the song now is it. I mean just look at the phrase...purple people eater...what does that make you think? Cause it makes me think this big ugly monster is flying around eating purple people, which I'm guessing is a delicacy, being as how you don't see very many purple people just walking around. So, in conclusion, the one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater does not threaten me. Or scare me. I laugh at you. HA.
No cop sirens. I guess psyco spanish guy did not kill his family next door. Oh well. There is always tomorrow. And tomorrow I shall be waiting for you psycho spainish guy...with a camcorder...60 minutes here I come.
There's a girl at work that I think has a crush on me. She's partly retarded and wholy annoying. She's like a female version of John Dean. If she does have a crush on me then this will be the second part retarded person who's had a crush on me in the past two years. This is not a self-esteem boost. I'm like freaking Tom Cruise to retarded girls. It's like in Austin Powers...
"Meanie Me loves chocolate...it's like freaking catnip for clones"
Austin Powers Goldmember --- Dr. Evil
Only instead of clones its retards, and instead of chocolate it's me
[I am Frank, and Frank must go. I good you bid evening]
In closing I leave you with this.
"I don't need no instructions to know how to rock"
People are screaming next door...in Spanish. What a bummer. I can't even listen in. A girl is crying histerically...in spanish. And something just smashed against the wall. A body I think...a spanish body. At least I think. It was a deep thud so most likely it wasn't an object...a spanish object. Much more like a body. Yeah. A spainish body.
They stopped now. Either he [the spanish guy] has calmed down, or he has killed his entire family. I am hoping for curtain number two. Sure...call me morbid, I don't care. If wishing the death of an entire family...spanish family, is considered wrong in the eyes of you people then you are all gay...and probably spainish.
Anyways...enough about spainish people. I love spainish people. Well ok, no I don't, but thats only because I don't know any spainish people, well I do, but not well enough to love them.
Man...talking about spainish people again. Ok. For real. I'm done.
Ok...the one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater...whats up with him. Is he purple, or does he eat purple people. I mean think about it. It's not very specific in the song now is it. I mean just look at the phrase...purple people eater...what does that make you think? Cause it makes me think this big ugly monster is flying around eating purple people, which I'm guessing is a delicacy, being as how you don't see very many purple people just walking around. So, in conclusion, the one eyed, one horned, flying purple people eater does not threaten me. Or scare me. I laugh at you. HA.
No cop sirens. I guess psyco spanish guy did not kill his family next door. Oh well. There is always tomorrow. And tomorrow I shall be waiting for you psycho spainish guy...with a camcorder...60 minutes here I come.
There's a girl at work that I think has a crush on me. She's partly retarded and wholy annoying. She's like a female version of John Dean. If she does have a crush on me then this will be the second part retarded person who's had a crush on me in the past two years. This is not a self-esteem boost. I'm like freaking Tom Cruise to retarded girls. It's like in Austin Powers...
"Meanie Me loves chocolate...it's like freaking catnip for clones"
Austin Powers Goldmember --- Dr. Evil
Only instead of clones its retards, and instead of chocolate it's me
[I am Frank, and Frank must go. I good you bid evening]
In closing I leave you with this.
"I don't need no instructions to know how to rock"
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