I wish my friends would have enough brains to realize by now that I tell my shit like it is. Jesus Christ. How fucking different is it to call one friend a bitch and another friend a fat bitch. So what if I was fucking detailed?
You know what? Fuck you and your hypocrisy.
On another note, I’m exploding weeks of frustration/anger/shit on you. Be flattered.
I thought it was high time to make another photo strip. 
Me and Mister Coco Man
Mister Coco Man and I watched Angels & Demons and Night at the Museum 2 today.. well yesterday, since it’s 3:22a at the moment. I took the pootoes on the DSi he got me. 
I’ve been swearing quite a lot lately, and have become such a… well, not racist, but I’ve been making racist jokes.
It’s not a very appealing trait in someone like me. :\
I mean just today while Mister Coco Man and I were watching Wall-E, I looked at the conglomerate logo that dominated everything (BNL), I suddenly asked, “What does BNL stand for..? Black Nigga Love?”
Mister Coco Man laughed his head off of course, and revised it to “Big Nigga Love,” and continued on to create a scenario in which a prison inmate told another to drop his soap.
But that’s all right for him, I mean, he’s Black. But I’m just a monkey.