Terminal Illnesses are the new black
I figured I'd jump on the bandwagon and declare that I have terminal cancer of the ass. If Terry Schiavo and the Pope can die or be near death, than so can I.
I can no longer sit by and watch the headlines that should be devoted to the upcoming NFL draft go to 2 people who have asoultely nothing to do with my life.
It is for this reason that I have decided to throw my hat into the ring.
Please send cards, flowers, gifts, and money to me. I feel these will help ease my pain as I progress into the next life or at least 6 feet under.
I feel if I'm rotting in the ground it will be much better if I rot in style.
I can no longer sit by and watch the headlines that should be devoted to the upcoming NFL draft go to 2 people who have asoultely nothing to do with my life.
It is for this reason that I have decided to throw my hat into the ring.
Please send cards, flowers, gifts, and money to me. I feel these will help ease my pain as I progress into the next life or at least 6 feet under.
I feel if I'm rotting in the ground it will be much better if I rot in style.
draft party?
Posted by
Anonymous |
10:53 PM
draft party? is it safe to have people there? at your place?
Posted by
Anonymous |
10:53 PM
I intend to get annoyed with whatever pick the Niner's make. As for the Pope I rubbed one off and dedicated it to him.
My publicist would appreciate if you sent money with the condolences
Posted by
Kav |
11:54 AM
go catholic. woo.
Posted by
Anonymous |
6:14 PM
the thought of molesting altar boys entices me
Posted by
Kav |
10:06 AM