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The Night He Came Home



He is referring to I so I am the one that came home. Yes me. I'm home. And what kind of trip did I have? But a Happy/Sad trip. I had the best of slimes and I had the saddest of slimes. But slimes was had by all.

What am I talking about? Does it matter? Neh. The point is the prodigy has returned, so be ready to be inspired by my genius. It's time to spice things on this blog. For now on this will not be referred to as "my blog". Blogs are for pussy's. This will be referred to as "my shit". Example: Hey did you read my shit last night?". There you go. OK Im going to post a few pics. Just a few. I have nothing to say...or do I?

Ok Im just going to say that the guy in the photos below is a very good friend of mine named Chris. I've been friends with him since my sophomore year in college and we still keep in contact. He's a good guy. and he likes the taste of my nipples. My nipples contain prune juice. It's good to clean out your system. The little kid int he pics below is my new best friend, Mollye's little cousin Timmy. He's a loud energy conductor. Then the pics below him are pics from a rest stop that had bunny's everywhere. I'd never seen anything like it.















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  1. Blogger Mike Ambs | 2:18 AM |  

    The first picture is both hilarious and... hilarious...

  2. Blogger Inez | 5:26 PM |  

    the bunnies are cute and scary at the same time. where did they come from?

  3. Blogger Pablo | 7:39 PM |  

    Those fucking Rabits are evil!!! What the fuck!?!?! Did they eat anyone while you were there? As far as refering to your blog as "shit", I do it all the time buddy!!! I'm like "Did you read that shit Justine wrote yesterday, I mean who the fuck who writes that shit? What a fucking waste of priceless internet space. Shit." Just kidding man. Your shit is the shit. Hence all of the fucking comments about not writing anything!! Dick.

  4. Anonymous Anonymous | 1:57 AM |  

    ok so my quote for the first picture up top....."is that a cell phone or are you just happy to be blogging again?" ok i am a huge dork...but i don't pose like you!! ha ha this was "great shit"
    talk to you later

  5. Anonymous Anonymous | 10:40 AM |  

    BBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! must chase!!! -moose

  6. Blogger Manda | 1:41 PM |  

    bunnies are cool.

    (i like the pic of mollye)