Oxyclean. Holy mother of Jesus riding a unicycle away from a bear wearing a monocle, oxyclean burns to the point where I could taste it. I decided to throw in a load of laundry a few minutes ago because, well, I'm out of clean clothes, der. I tossed in my clothes, fuck bothering to separate them since I everything I wear is black, put in some detergent and grabbed a fistful of oxyclean since I don't need a cup like some kind of commie. Thus I set the stage for my downfall. Yesterday I grabbed the metal cable of a winch, which was being use to pull up a homemade garbage chute, and I just happened to grab a lose thread of said cable. It was sharp and pointy, as metal is wont to be and I started to bleed, but not much even. In fact, I laughed at the wound. Anyway, I tossed the oxyclean into the washer and when I started it up my finger started to burn. A lot. If I was a manly man, someone who could tear phone books in half, I would have made it a contest with myself to see how long I could have stood the lightning that was crawling up my arm. I am not a manly man. If I see a really cute animal I will cry because it is so cute. I ran to the sink, turned the on the tap, which is attached to a hose, which sprayed me, but I said, aloud, "fuckitillgetwetsoonerorlateranyway!"
Also I got a nail to the head yesterday, but I didn't notice that until I saw the blood running down my neck. Luckily it wasn't like in Ripley's Believe or Not, "Guy with nail in head!" You know what mean. I'd probably would love to be featured in Ripley's!
My subscription to WoW has run out. What am I suppose to do now? Go outside? Talk to people? There are monsters going unslayed! There they are, romping about the Barrens, nary a care in the world! With their loot secured on their person (relatively speaking). Fuck you monsters!
There's a Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum in Branson, Missouri. Ha ha the first spell check option for Branson is Bronson.
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