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?

nobody asked you to, taco boy

YOU CARED ENOUGH TO POST IN HIS THREAD

Daniel Plainview Posted:

Like Spics could read…

THEY’RE LIKE THE GERMANS OF NORTH AMERICA

Johnald The Robot Posted:

THEY’RE LIKE THE GERMANS OF NORTH AMERICA

i hate that mexico is part of north america. it makes north america too much like south america imo.

why are you sorry? i have it good. not like my brother. he has to sleep in the house. that must be terrible. my parents told me so. they only do it to watch over my brother. he’s not as lucky as i am. he can’t even drink dad milk, cause it makes him sick.

yeah, i used to get chalk as snacks when i was good. i liked it a lot, but that was before my dad gave my my first taste of hot, tasty dad milk. i’m practically hooked on the stuff now. I hope my dad doesn’t stop lactating like my mom did when i was 6. i was very sad that day, so i went near the house to cry, and my dad, being the caring guy he is, threw me a bunch of new rocks to play with. he did throw them p hard, and some of them wound up bruising me, tho. talk about not knowing your strength, huh?

to those of you not reading this you’re really missing out on a truly touching story. it should be adapted into a screenplay imo.

Man, I feel for you.

yeah, sometimes my dad will put his hot dog on my face and take pictures before giving me my dad milk. he says he keeps them as memories on this thing called the internet and i once saw this really old man with a nice smile who dropped by only once, gave my dad a lot of money and then gave me a helping of dad milk. his was a bit thinner than my dads but still, what a nice guy.