I went out to socialize. Quite overrated, considering how many times I had to go inside to socialize. False advertising I say…only once…
I am actually one of the best cannibal cooks this side of the Horsehead Nebula. I make a mean chicken in a cone. Considering I used it to kill a homeless man and steal a lollipop from a child, it stuck to it’s reputation.
Try to imagine a big world, and in this big world are people, living normal lives. Now imagine all of these people discover that there is no Santa. All at the same time. Mass. Suigenehomocide. Eating glass no less. That and you have a sick imagination.
So my opinion is that life doesn’t give me enough cake, so I hate it. Next question.
When my uncle would make me sit on his lap. In an alley. I don’t have an uncle.
Oh you want an answer.
I don’t have a T.V., but I do sometimes stand near bodies of water at night, staring at nothing while it’s pleasantly windy, and for some reason I hear an acoustic guitar, with some gibberish like “watashi no ai no takushii de sora wo tobu”. It might just be me speaking in tongues. Mom, I’m possessed.