Rents

It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.

I just lock my door when I'm sleeping -.- .

Turn your air off? Are you on life support or something?

It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.

not in the fucking mood to talk to anyone.

Chose a great place to visit skippy.

It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.

Skippy is a name, and I can call you whatever I want.

I understood what K_A was going for. It's like saying "Way to go Chucko"...... or something to that effect, you didn't pwn a thing.

I don't understand why that is such a big deal. I wake up at 5 for work every morning, get 4 hours sleep max. I'm fine. You didn't need to yell at your parents, or get mad or whatever, that was pretty low. However, there are things that are even more low... such as your self esteem.

It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.

Oh..

Good. You're pissed.

Care to have a cup of tea?

It matters not whether you win or lose; what matters is whether I win or lose.

We must sip our hot tea together.

This is such good tea.

You're allergic to rasberries right?

The waking you part isn't bad but if they are turning off your AC that fuckin sucks!

Coming from you. It makes me feel so much worse.

Care to tell me why that makes sense amongst any far stretch of the truth?

Turn off your Emo, get your shit together, and function like any normal human being would.

Well is 6:00 AM in the morning. And my Dad comes in my room. Of course I'm sleeping, and they can give two shits if I'm sleeping. They're making loud noises and woke me up, I turn over and go, "What are you doing?" My mom peaks out of the fucking door and goes, "we're just turning your air off." And I'm looking at them its like, "LET ME FUCKING GET SOME SLEEP, ITS FUCKING 6:00 IN THE FUCKING MORNING DO THAT WHEN I FUCKING GET UP" Oh no, not only that he opens my window. And the fucking birds start chirping. So right now I'm fucking pissed off, and not in the fucking mood to talk to anyone. And I feel like killing someone right now. And it pisses me off that they would come in my room at 6:00 in the morning. THAT DON'T MAKE SENSE! God, I fucking hate my parents. FUCK YOU!

That's nothing. I crashed at my friend's house last night; at 6:30 am his mom opens his door and yells, "ROBBY! LEXUS(their HUGE ass dog) WANTS IN! CAN SHE COME IN?" Of course we both wake up. Robby flips out, he's like, "Holy... I don't care... what the fuc.." I'm laying on the floor by the door(so when she opened it, I got nailed in the head), the dog tries to step over me but fails and steps on my stomach, jumps on the bed and lays down on top of Robby. His mom then proceeds to slam the door and leave.

Needless to say, I'm very angry.

What five letter word cures that problem?



knife.

What five letter word cures that problem? knife.

LMAO!

....... damn 10 char limit gayness

Wait, who am I supposed to knife?

His dog, his mom, or both. You pick.

Death.

By knife?