The words of a never-been-kissed and/or been-in-a-relationship virgin.
Hypothesis: Girls like assholes, thus assholes always have girlfriend or is always in the process of getting “some”.
Hypothesis 2: ACB has never had a girlfriend or ever gotten “some” ( I have no idea what is “some” suppose to be, so just deal with it).
Unexplainable truth: ACB will never get a girlfriend or get “some” because he is not an asshole.
Ok, I’m just too lazy to do my work and I decided to write this down, which I was thinking about last night in bed. I SHOULD be doing my work but I wanted to explain the science of ACB to my readers, imaginary or otherwise and eat a candy cane at the beginning of March while typing this down. But now I’m out of candy canes, so I will smoke. And screw my multimedia work, I’ve got Media Research Methods to do!
Argh! What’s all these bridges burning?!?!? Won’t someone put them out? Yes, my dear readers, in the process of doing my work for days, I have become just a bit crazy but really, what’s with the burning of bridges? Won’t somebody come and save me? Can’t you see? The noose is getting pretty tight, the blade’s getting rusty and most of the cool bands aren’t coming here.
Why can’t more cool bands come here? Are we not people? With feelings? Do we need bleed when you cut us? Do we not die when you shoot us? How will our souls be fed if no cool bands come here?!??!!?!? It’ll make life a little less painful.
Ok, I’m going to go do my work now. Goodbyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
“Fix me in fourty-five.” – Thriller by Fall Out Boy.
