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Beer: I love beer do you (comense to pissing) where the hell do you think you're going (a comment you make when the person you're pissing on moves) get back here so I can piss on you. If you don't hold this thing steady I swear I'll kill you (A comment you make to your drunk ass self when you can't even piss straight.)

My days are begining to blurr together now. There is nothing definitive between them to seperate one from another as I am still learning how to serender my life to the Lord, and I know as soon as I do I will be able to hear my Lords wishes. Then I shall find my perpose and my days shall be filled with meaning.

The days are flying by like minutes now and the years go by like weeks. I need a fun hobbie to get out of this rut of monotony. The days and years fly by because, everyday is the same they all blend together for months at a time,and seem to past in groups at a time. I need a passion a passtime constructive and fun cuz, cuz (I can't take this shit no mow) I'm going nuk-ing futs.

I am sick of this worlds idea of getting ahead at someone elses expense. If you would like to know the source of my anger, here it is: my boat motor was stolen a day or so ago. I just bought it used (here is the kicker) I didn't even get the chance to use it. I was going out to prep my new purchase for a trip and it was gone! This kind of thing leaves me with just about enough anger to kill someone. If I find this guy, don't worry he will live, but he won't be happy for quite some time.

"The rock and pool is nice and cool so juicy sweet. My only wish to catch a fish so juicy swwwweeeeet."

I'd say my wish was granted.



To give you perspective the smallest fish (the speckled Trout) is 15 inches long.