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My mother is being annoying


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She just doesn't stop texting with her Blackberry...

My body is made out of swords.

My blood is of iron, and my heart of glass.

I have survived countless battles.

Not even once have I retreated,

Not even once have I been understood.

I was always alone, intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords.

And thus, my life has no meaning.

Certainly, this body was made out of swords.

Posted

omg like I know rite? my mother is like such a huge dick like she's totally all like typing on her phone instead of doing what I want her to be doing? wow what a huge dick it's like what has the world become like I lost my mother wow I am motherless.

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Yeah know you now how those Rwandan war orphans feel

dunno man

he didn't see his mother chopped to pieces and then used as fertilizer

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omg like I know rite? my mother is like such a huge dick like she's totally all like typing on her phone instead of doing what I want her to be doing? wow what a huge dick it's like what has the world become like I lost my mother wow I am motherless.

Heehee, that gave me a good laugh XD

Posted

If you are the one taking the hyperbole seriously, you are the one looking like an idiot, not me.

I simply find it annoying, is all.

Posted

Because she's doing it all the time. Especially now that we're on vacation. Go do that home if you're going on vacation just to text.

Posted

My body is made out of swords.

My blood is of iron, and my heart of glass.

I have survived countless battles.

Not even once have I retreated,

Not even once have I been understood.

I was always alone, intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords.

And thus, my life has no meaning.

Certainly, this body was made out of swords.

Posted

I have to mention that I've explained myself wrong. It just annoys me.

Posted

My body is made out of swords.

My blood is of iron, and my heart of glass.

I have survived countless battles.

Not even once have I retreated,

Not even once have I been understood.

I was always alone, intoxicated with victory on the hill of swords.

And thus, my life has no meaning.

Certainly, this body was made out of swords.

Were you forged in the heat of battle?

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