tap, tap, tap, it like happy feetI Love Japan. End of story.
There's a comercial on TV with a Transvestite in it, RIGHT NOW.
Life lately has been hecktic.
I don't even know if I spelled that right.
But marching band has been taking up every waking moment of my life.
I realized that Japanese Marching Bands are made of Steroids.
We got killed by a Japanese Middle School band, they were fierce.
But, all in all life is good. A bloody freaken disaster, but good.
But enough about me, because who really cares?
How about you guys?
What's up? What's good? What's bad? How's life?
Confused
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Language Geek.
In Perpetual Search of Advanced Critique
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8U SMELLS LIKE MADNESS.
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Us: Patrick where do you live? *evil grin*
Patrick: I live in a cave... in a van down by the river.
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*kidnap Patrick and Andy*
Patrick:We're 5 minutes into our five-hour drive, and we're already stuck.
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I HAVE MOVED
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