Six Hundred and Twenty Six Tears

For those of you who knew her for her flashy vents and gridiron bucket of does attitude, for her days as a three doored duck taped delivering machine, and finally her latter days where she wept red tears leaving her mark(tranny fluid) where ever she went; let us pray. O' Mazda be thy name, forth travel was her game, She shall not die, her fumes make you high, her spirit forever untamed.

Just like my GF, I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave.

I wish her nothing but engine failure and leaking tranny's in the future(The car not my GF) That poor lady I sold that piece of shit to is in for a real treat. Hopefully she doesn't read my world reknown blog. She'll prob want that G-note back.

...in other news...

Recently I've actually been getting into verbally assaulting the fruitcakes that are into this Lost bullshit. My only fear is that I will begin to use physical force and end up with a lawsuit due to my hatrid for a television show. But you know what? Fuck it. I'll take what's coming to me. It'll be worth it. My dad always told me to fight for what is right. So since I'm right. I will hit all you bitches in the face for loving that show. That show can SMB along with all of its fans.

Go ahead...comment on this post...i dare you...