Monday, September 25, 2006
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officially i proclaim:
miss P sucks, and she can go kiss aravind's ass.
well, i've never really believed that she was that horrible when my friends told me.
now i DO.
not only is she horrible, she has a big fat ass, which is as black as her face, WHICH IS as black (so black) as her hair, WHICH is like hay. (you know, those things that horses like to eat.)
I don't know how she live with being so goddamn fugly, i actually FEEL for her dude.
and that wabbit tooth of hers, OMG, i don't know what to do other than 'sympathize' with her.
she talks like a wabbit that just suffered from a stroke.
and she doesn't talk softly, she talks like she owns the world.
Which she doesn't. If she did, she would already be like ahbian. (taiwanPRESIDENT)
but i have to give her credit for being able to say the word, 'bitch' for such a long time.
i guess for about, 10secs?
She is incredibly sensitive.
Why miss P, we can't look at you?
We can't look at your fugly, pimply, fat, oily, offset eyes, wabbit teeth, humongous nostrils, black and curly nostril hairs, slobberly lips (if you can even call them lips), dumbo ears, face?
We can't look cause we 'accidentally' happened to be swinging our head?
Oh, wow.
miss P, congratulations on progressing to the level of a ahlian.
i'm sure you must be so happy to be an ahlian, considering the state you were in the last time.
a goddamn, fuckedup big time, ACTdepressed, sliced wrists because 'oh, i want some attention', WHORE.
isn't it nice? *grins*
do you want a certificate? I'm sure i can find a way to help print it out for you.
FREE OF CHARGE.
well, a whore doesn't charge money does she?
anw, i had comments complimenting your 'melodious' voice,
for saying, "see what see, BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTCCCCH..."
it sounded so nice, just like my fingernails scratching against the wall.
and compliments on looking at us with such fiery passion.
i'm sure you scared the HELL outta us.
oh, but i still think you slicing your wrists is quite a more feasible way of scaring people.
Or acting depressed if you like.
If people said they don't get why you cut your wrists, you can hang a board over your neck reading, 'give me love, show me you care, i need attention."
i would definitely go over and sing you your trademark wabbit 'biiiiiiiittttchhh' song.
then it would be so heartwarming.
and i would treat you to a plate of wabbit dung.
or a waxing parlour to get rid of your long and curly wabbit nostril hair.
i really feel the need to dedicate this whole entry to you, miss wabbit P.
pardon me if i don't spell your name out here, your wabbit highness.
i'm just being polite and humble.
well, and i'm so guilty.
i made a HUGE mistake.
i should have turned to you and give you a sweet smile when you sang that 'biiiiiiiiitttttchhhh' song.
i'm sure that would have pleased you.
oh, and i'm sure you're not a retard with brainless friends who only knows how to whisper into your ears.
please say "i do."
and now, you may kiss aravind's butt.
may the two of you live happily forever.
and may your kids turn out retarded, brainless, and totally demented.
great.
now my job is done.
wish you, miss P, best of luck in whatever you do.
you'll need it.
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