The anniversary of the day he wrecked my vag is tomorrow, and he really, really wanted me to take him to a baseball game. I hate baseball, but I loves me some boy so I agreed to go. So we get there and not only do I have to sit through a fucking baseball game, but it was Star Wars night. Star. Wars. Night! I definitely hate me some Star Wars way more than I hate baseball.
I am trying to take this new approach on life and shit and make the best of things so this is what happened.......
Yes, I did it. I saved our souls from some Star Wars freak who totally wanted to kill us, I could see it in his freaky deaky eyes. Then a cat with a giant head wearing a shirt tried to eat me so I had to kick his ass too. What kind of cat wears a shirt anyway? Have you ever tried to put a shirt in a cat? Cats don't like shirts, so that thing was a freak of nature and needed to die by light saber. All that hero bravery killing shit made me hungry and by the time I found that pig I was starving so I had to I eat him. And then, I mean come on..... After killings and fresh pig eating who wouldn't want to hump a Storm Trooper?
It was AWESOME!!!! The boy actually apologized to randoms for my behavior.