Afro-Ameri-Spawn
Houston's Hometown Hero
Being the fat, overweight, American that that I am, I decided to have some chicken fries just a lil bit ago. I went to the kitchen, got the deep fryer all heated up(yeah, the American way baybee), and yanked a brand new bag of chicken fries from the freezer to open them. Do you know that I had to fucking cut through three separate bags just to get to them? Who in the fuck packs this shit? And why in the hell couldn't they just perferate they damned bags so that I could rip them open with my hands?
I mean fuck, I don't want to work that hard to eat today. I don't want to do jack shit today. As a matter of fact, this is one of those fucking lazy assed bad hygiene days where I am so funky that I smell like I been playing Magic The Gathering from the morning when my one of those guys mom makes them breakfast to 4am, when their last pimply faced friend leaves the basement and it smells like butt sweat all day. Pretty bad huh? lol
I mean fuck, I don't want to work that hard to eat today. I don't want to do jack shit today. As a matter of fact, this is one of those fucking lazy assed bad hygiene days where I am so funky that I smell like I been playing Magic The Gathering from the morning when my one of those guys mom makes them breakfast to 4am, when their last pimply faced friend leaves the basement and it smells like butt sweat all day. Pretty bad huh? lol
That's nothing! The worst is aspirin. You have a headache. First, the weird cap designed by the rubix cube company. Then, a thin yet STRONG foil membrane over the top of the bottle which I usually stab with a knife a few times, as if I'm OJ on a dark night.
