Barb got upset that Chris wanted to sleep in his own bed, so she threw a brick through the back window and called him a faggot nigger.I know I'm probably late. But how did the back of his minivan get fucked up?
It's probably accumulated the same butt smell as the Chandlers.The van's starting the rock the same bag lady look chris has going on.
<Drools while blankly staring at a wall, while a high-pitched, unintelligible cartoon cacophony echoes through the vast, barren emptiness of his potato-shaped head>sooooo he's got nothing to say for autism awarness day?
That someone like Chris is allowed to drive will never cease to both terrorize and baffle me.
"Just here, alone in my car, far from twitter or that haunted house, is the only place in the whole world where I can be honest to myself and admit it's all bullshit, Oh my Chris Ch- I-I mean, oh, god! I feel so alone... <sniffle>"
"'Male to Female Genitalia FAST!' binaural beats reverberated through the car as the cheap energy drink coursed through his veins. 'With my goddess powers, I can zap anywhere I want, among which,' he said, out loud.""PICKLES could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this universe before. There could PICKLES anywhere."
Since it's easter I can't help but be reminded of the time Chris backed up straight into another car and put all the blame not on himself but God for letting it happen.Hey! But it isn't Chris driving! When he worries that his attention is wandering or that he might crash into slumber, Magi-Chan takes the wheel!
God is giving me the Middle Finger yet again! I backed up and scratched a car in El Agave Lot! And she's a damn Smoker! Now the damn Jerkop is giving me a hard time, because I am screaming up at Freaking Emanuel God! I want God to just kill me Now if he is going to keep giving me middle fingers and a damned difficult life!!!
(Christian Weston Chandler - September 2013)