i've been catching rye all afternoon, so here i am on my well-deserved break, talking like the lunatic i am.

my dad is coming home tonight. this is a good thing. no one has called me noobie all week.

my family room smells very good.

and now for the poetical works of maerd krap:

"nanana, nanana, nanana. you're so gay.
with your younger brother, :).
but, oh, nanana.
did you know that :) was cheating on you?
i walked in on :) and your second younger brother, pork, one day.
i was shocked, but they promised to give me a [bouquet of roses],
so i didn't disclose the secret to you.
oh, nanana; i'm so sowwy.
i should've known. they were in fact too busy with their own business.
they never kept their promise, nanana.
thus i reveal this secret to you now.
oh, nanana; i'm sowwy
for your gay brothers,
for your love life that has failed,
for your parents [nibble] and nancy, who are also gay,
and for you, nanana mix - your own homosexuality."

all hail.

and now that i have related to you my beautiful day, i shall leave (no joke. it smells really good in here.).

[tree-climbers]