dont call me gay theres nothing wrong with being gay but im not gay so stop calling me that even if i was gay it wouldnt matter stop calling me gay in the youtube comments
you look outside on a cold winter's eve as your breath fogs the glass
the ghoulish wind combs through the hallows in a shocking delight
"he couldn't come tonight" you think to yourself as you look out in anticipation
you let out an exhale of relief, the fog clouds the pane once again
you pull your sleeve up to wipe the glass in a rhythmic motion
as you look outside again, ou see his face pressed directly against the window
he looks deeply haunted - impossibly perplexed
you scream, but its far too late for such a trivial taunt
his hands at your throat, his fingers on your jugular... he grins:
"i said id be back for you darling. i vowed to never forget when you backstabbed me in burger big brother all-stars"
the cold edge of his blade inches down your chilled spine:
"and now i get to return the favor"
im gonna do narwhal day in narwhal day the premise is that you pick a user and everyone spams the fuck out of their inbox when they log in they are bogged down in unread emails
"jamie...there's a twist to this show...we really weren't looking for america's best singer...we were looking for someone who- who THOUGHT they were america's best singer"
wb superstar was a real singing competition show in 2004 - it's premise was like american idol, except it cut the good singers early on and moved the worst singers forward into the game. it's so evil and cruel and twisted but that's what i love about it. why has reality tv gotten so pasty and inoffensive? where's the sleaziness and unrelenting brutality of it? maybe i'm just a terrible person
