Quote (GmTrade @ Jun 3 2010 01:55pm)
There, I said it. I know what you knuckle-draggers and club-weilding primitives will say to that. Something along the lines of "ooga boog-blag". Yeah, that's right, inferior bitches, I called you out. You can't talk Shakespeare, because you can't muster the intellectual capacity to form real words!
Now, I don't know what YOUR scale of awesome is, but just to give you an idea, when I was born, the mothaFrostin' thing popped and mercury squirted all over your mom, giving her Lymphatic Filariasis of the face. I'm so radical, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles borrowed the word from me to describe themselves (after many months of legal paperwork and a notarized invitation to kiss my ass).
I am the sun, the moon, and the state of Florida. One time, I gained a lot of weight and sat on a quarter- and George Washington ASKED if it was alright to squeeze a booger out of his nose.
People who are not awesome are as follows:
You, your brother, your dad, your dad's dad, your dad's mom, your mom's dad, your uncle's sister, your sister's brother (again, you), your distant cousin, and your dog. That's right, your dog is not awesome. Well, he could be, if he knew how to use a pooper-scooper and clean up after himself. The messy Froster. But even then, he would still not be as awesome as me!
In conclusion, I rule, and you don't have permission to drool- but you are allowed to BOW DOWN TO MY GREATNESS.
285,030 people want me to teach their dogs how to use a Frost-ing scooper.
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