Back home just in time for Futurama. Nothing makes me happier than Futurama re-runs on Adult Swim. Nothing. Not even you. Seriously. If it came down to Bender or my so-called friends, I'd eat Bachelor Chow off your dead bodies. Then I'd drink Slurm and tequila.
"There's nothing wrong with murder, so long as you let Bender wet his beak." -Bender [shiny metal God]
All hail.
P.S. I know its been a while since I posted some lyrics like I promised. Truth is, most of them are still on my PC. Ever since I experienced the Mac revolution I can't bear the thought of turning on my Dell. It takes about ten minutes to boot-up, and I just don't have that kind of time. Suck it Pat. And you Trebek. You rogue.
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I'm totally spamming your archives. Fuck your Mac.
Not really, just don't call me when if it breaks.
Not that it will....
And that's how I stay employed my friend.
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