Rat Bastards and Comical Tards


*Disclaimer - I love Jim with all of my little sick twisted heart, I just like to give him a hard time.*

I have lost all faith in the human race, we are all doomed to burn in hell. I was just sitting in the Lincoln Diner late one night, contemplating what I was going with my life. Of course, Jim had to come up in the conversation. He just proves that no matter how old guys get they never get any older. He says that he is only "sweet sixteen." Sorry, you passed up "sweet sixteen" a long time ago. If you are "sweet sixteen" then I am "sweet eleven" and thats just illegal.


SHUT THE FUCK UP JIM!
*slaps hand over Jim's mouth*

So girls, go after any guy that is cute, no matter how old he is, because looks are all that matters. It will get no better than that. Of course you will find some guys with better personalities than others, yet when it all comes down to it they are all children, no matter what age, IQ, what kind of car they drive, where they live, etc... Just get one that doesn't treat you like shit, like the kind that throws sand at your face when in the sand box or the kind that pulls your hair.


Now everyone bitch at me and tell me how my outlook is wrong...Heh....I am freaking 18 years old, I am not ready to settle down, I can have all the bitch ass fun I want until I find the right guy and how am I to know who is the right guy when they are all still little boys?


Perhaps this rant was a bad idea...All-in-all, it was just a rant, and if you have ever seen me rant, you would know that I am just going crazy. I just don't shgive a fuck. (Yes I meant to do that)


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