Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Peesed.

He says how did you spell that?

The other day, I was telling my sister, as I picked up the chopper to dry it and put it back into the kitchen drawer, that everytime I take it out, I feel like chopping someone up. And she asked why. And I said, because I wonder what it'll look like. You better thank God there weren't no chopper.

Then, I said, I'm P-E-E-S-E-D, very very peesed.

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