there's a horse in the hospital

So I have been asking around and hopefully this shit will be fixed soon. I sure would like to know what the hell I did. Anyway, I helped paint my parents house today. It sucked a large part of the ass. I wish I had an X-Box; I'd just kick back and play Fable for the next 80 hours straight. But alas, I cannot. So I sit here and wait to leave. I run, workout and look up porn. I hate my life. We are half way done. So let's move on with this so I can go back to talking about nothing. Not that I am talking about something now.
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Josey Wales. You fuck with me and the whole world is in for pain. God this guy rocks. Now while I am not particularly fond of sleeping on rocks or horses, he dips and I love that shit. I like to spit on random crap around, be it dogs, scorpions, chairs, people, the floor, bananas, tuna or Ritz crackers. I also don't really care much. See he had some mission of revenge because his wife and kid had been slaughtered. I just don't care. I would go on a four state killing spree for the hell of it. He befriended Indians. But I can't find any. I think we may have killed them all. But not we, as in I had any part of it. More, the people of our collective past did it, but whatever. The real shit about Mr. Wales is that he doesn't know how to stop. That's where I am. I've gone this far...how much further can I take it. He went all the way. His would be killers had to concede before he stopped. I dig it the most baby.