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« on: March 15, 2007, 06:35:14 pm »
Yeah, some huge cock in a clown outfit started bugging the shit out of me to do something, so I did something, and now he can't say I didn't. I got bored, so meh. Probably delete the bookmark again since it died last time all my bookmarks dissapeared somehow.
You know.... At one time...I thought I could escape... Get away from eh drama...it wasn't until after I had purged myself os such useless ties to the past, that I realised... *I* am drama. Not only that, I EXUDE Drama. The chief export of me is Drama. I cannot escape drama, for by definition, I AM drama.
I searched for many long years, until finally, I discovered a way to harness my innate Dramatard abilities. I created, the Dram-o-Lation Generator. Using it's enhancing effects of my drama skills, I soon took over the world, and forced all hot chicks to wear french maid and catgirl outfits.
It wasn't until one day that a little dutch girl had challenged my Dramatard Capbilities, with stories of her father's diseases, and of her mothers super-sluttyness.
I conceeded my position as Head Drama-Lord. The girl eventually grew up, and got a sex change, and is now known to the world as George W. Bush.
...What, you expected something else? Why be truthful NOW? Lies: Once you pop you just can't stop.
Also, yay for typos I still make years later. XD