Lair of the Hoodedcarrot

and he’s still not dead

Everyone here at Jason’s magnificent party/get together/ reason to play with neat weapons is brandishing a pistol or dagger or broken stool, curtosy of Ticer, and his sandwich eating madness. at the moment, i have only lost 50$ in poker, most of it to Jew-boy. The topic of this post is from here on…Neil. Neil has been shot countless times, been held hostage once, and been the victim of the brutal crucifixing sice Mel gibson. Besides being exploited for the fact that everyone agrees he looks best dead, neil has also played an amount of pokemon rivaled only yutaro in 4th grade. Not that i myself havent indulged in the ever interesting world of pokemon, but Neil is just absurd.

Keila wet himself…..agian. If youll excuse me, i have a mess to attend to.

Well, i finished my summer reading an impressive 10 hours before school starts.
ass.
as least its not “real” school. Its just an introduction “hi my name is…” “here is your sylabus” kind of day, followed by the travesty that is fall fest. Might i remind any viewers, that in last years fall fest, the large, inflatible slide tipped well about 20 people were on top. I was one of the lucky few that got to participate in one of the most awsometastic things taht happened all year. I hate school

mood backwards is….DOOM!

Football conditioning sucks small, shaven, donkey testicles. We run, then stretch, then run, then run, then run, then do downups. About as much fun as Mrs. Libetry and summer reading, all at once. Speaking of summer reading…..it sucks. I have just started my history book, and thats all i’ve done. I wont do moral development, haveing complete confidence that my morals are developing all on their very own. english is going to be hard, so give me answers. less than a month before school starts, so i have to go waste what little time i have left stretching, and running, and running, and running, and down-up-ing.