occasionally, i have the urge to chokeslam a few people, and little hooligan boys whose voices have yet to break, dressed in red skinny jeans(or any colour of the rainbow), become my ideal targets.
i dont really chokeslam them though. i just try to visualise myself doing so.
when you're 4-ft tall and have yet to grow an adam's apple or understand the laws of physics, yelling profanities in public just makes you look like a lost, little colour pencil. it's like watching humpty dumpty climb back up the wall again. it's a comedy.
you guys are a joke. i will laugh at you and visualise myself chokeslamming you.
moving on. i'll appear to be more humane this time, i promise.
the idea of talking behind closed doors and being on the other end. often, people talk behind closed doors to prevent other parties from hearing what they want to say. then it gets too loud. the voices.
walls are paper thin.
damn.
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shit happens INDEED. HAHAHAHA. im dying.
k anyway, chokeslam him. you've my approval. yAY
with pleasure. thanks for the assurance anyway. :)
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