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I feel cross today. I don't know why, since the world seems to be in a proper balance - what with the sun annoyingly grins its oppressing radiance, and the wind provides its irritably assuring coolness to this afternoon. This day just doesn't make sense. And that lacking of any logical explanation annoys me more. Arrggghhh! Fuck. I feel like hitting something. Anything! I feel like punching someone until he'll cry bloody murder, because after I'm through, not even New Jersey plastic surgeon Dr. Becker will be able to put to right his nose... and my pulped knuckles. So, in order to avoid lawsuit and exorbitant medical fees, it's best that I violate my pillow's being by liberating all the feathers through a series of stabs and slashes from my trusty scissors. After that, I'll be forced to sleep without anything to cushion my head. My very annoyed head. And that, will annoy me even more.
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She was quite satisfied with terrorizing the community of dust bunnies under her bed using her dependable broom (now upgraded to a vacuum cleaner) until she heard Marx's cry. Now, she knows that life is so much more than that: there are so many things to CONQUER. And so she began terrorizing the universe of mildew in her bathroom.
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Guy 1: "Pepperella? You mean, offspring of Peppermint and Mozzarella?"
So there you go. They could surmise but can never be really sure. And whether the "pepe" in the deduction is a guy's name or the tagalog name for the female's genital, we can never be sure too.
*** True, true. But then, Pepperella is not sweet. She's spicy.
*** This is the page where Vanessa Academia entertains her delusions of grandeur. If you are unfortunate enough to drop by and for some weird reason, you were drawn to read, pray that you don't feel nauseous afterwards. I was told that this really has that kind of effect on persistent readers. Please don't say that I didn't warn you. For more nauseous side effects, by all means, visit this blog: http://thispetridishlife.blogdrive.com |
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