Professor Commie PhD: when i was a kid i had lots of rocks

Professor Commie PhD: i would play with them and everything

Professor Commie PhD: they were my best friends

Professor Commie PhD: i would sometimes get scared of the rake in the dark

Professor Commie PhD: cause at night in the barn its not well lit

Professor Commie PhD: but sometimes a bit of light from a car will shine in

Professor Commie PhD: and the rake will glisten

Professor Commie PhD: it really scares me

Professor Commie PhD: but then i think to myself

Professor Commie PhD: “it’s okay, my rocks will protect me”

Professor Commie PhD: but they never really managed to

Professor Commie PhD: like the time i put out my eye in the rake

Professor Commie PhD: and now i get to wear an eyepatch like that guy in james bond

Professor Commie PhD: sometimes i like to pretend im a pirate too

Professor Commie PhD: my folks helped me not get it infected

Professor Commie PhD: right after they were done laughing

Professor Commie PhD: i mean, it was p funny how i was screaming

Professor Commie PhD: they put some burning embers in it to cauterize the wound

Professor Commie PhD: it stung a little bit

Mister Pugs: wow, your parents loved you. all mine ever did was noth put embers on me

Professor Commie PhD: but boy did i love them rocks

Professor Commie PhD: Mister Pugs: man that sucks

Professor Commie PhD: yeah, my parents were great

Professor Commie PhD: i mean

Mister Pugs: i know man, its like they didnt care because they wouldnt burn me

Professor Commie PhD: i understood why the cow got to sleep and crap in the extra room

Professor Commie PhD: it was producing more than me

bronnih: Professor Commie PhD: cut back on the hallucinogens plz

Professor Commie PhD: it made milk which i am told is very tasty

Professor Commie PhD: bronnih: i am completely sober. scary, huh?

bronnih: Professor Commie PhD: weird… lolol

Professor Commie PhD: Mister Pugs: i know. i’m sorry for you

Professor Commie PhD: and

Professor Commie PhD: as i was saying

Professor Commie PhD: the barn was p comfortable

Professor Commie PhD: except that rake which freaked me out

Professor Commie PhD: from time to time

Professor Commie PhD: but im repeating myself

Professor Commie PhD: im sorry

Professor Commie PhD: my mom says i should shut up more

Professor Commie PhD: cause im an idiot and i guess shes right

Professor Commie PhD: but now im pretending to be that cool james bond villain with the eyepatch

Professor Commie PhD: and the scar

Professor Commie PhD: i heard a neighbour boy tell a story about him a few years back

Professor Commie PhD: and hes all i can think about

Professor Commie PhD: and from what i understand

Professor Commie PhD: he is p smooth

Professor Commie PhD: talking that is

Professor Commie PhD: because his scar would not make him smooth but jagged

Professor Commie PhD: or whats the word

Professor Commie PhD: not jagged

Professor Commie PhD: well

Professor Commie PhD: bumpy

Professor Commie PhD: naw

Professor Commie PhD: thats not the right word either

Professor Commie PhD: but itll come to me

Professor Commie PhD: either way

Professor Commie PhD: while we wait for that word

Professor Commie PhD: i do that some times

Professor Commie PhD: i sit in the yard

Professor Commie PhD: behind the huge oak tree

Professor Commie PhD: that my dad ties me to when ive been bad

Professor Commie PhD: like this one time

Professor Commie PhD: i had the nervve

Professor Commie PhD: to go talk to another kid

Professor Commie PhD: boy did my dad get angry

Professor Commie PhD: cause i knew i was breaking a rule

Professor Commie PhD: discipline is important you know

Professor Commie PhD: oh

Professor Commie PhD: and as i was saying

Professor Commie PhD: i sit in the yard by the oak tree

Professor Commie PhD: and count the stars

Professor Commie PhD: that’s kind of hard to

Professor Commie PhD: cause i have to be in the barn at night

Professor Commie PhD: my dad is afraid i will wander off

Professor Commie PhD: so he keeps me locked in

Professor Commie PhD: he’s a great guy

Professor Commie PhD: but if i squeeze my eye hard enough

Professor Commie PhD: i can see stars

Professor Commie PhD: a little bit

Professor Commie PhD: and i try to count as many of them as i can before they go away

Professor Commie PhD: why isn’t anyone saying anything? do you hate me like my dog does?