So I was sitting on my couch think about what bullshit 3rd World Country dictatorships are and I decided to get up and go for a walk. I picked up my Pringles can and left. Not going in the direction of the sun, but the way I always go the only place I know how to go, Disc Replay. You know something about that place? I don't fuckin' like it anymore. Cause I went in there the other day to buy fuckin' Butchered at Birth them fuckin' cockmasters sold it. Uhhh. Son of a bitches probably like fuckin' Corpsegrinder better, than Barnes. Uhhh, son of a bitch. It just makes me wanna walk in there and shit all over the counter, and then fuckin' watch them all puke blood all over the fuckin' place and then shit all over them, and then make them shit all over. Then all the customers will start puking and shitting.It'll just be a tornado of puke, mud, and shit. Everyone will fuckin' die. Then I'll go outside and get a fuckin' claw hammer and jam it into a babie's head and smear entrials all over the cars in the parking lot. Fuckin', UHHHH, I hate that place! FUCK, SHIT!
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