Monday, October 27, 2014

Encino is like so bitchin'

Last night my grandmother tried to murder me in my sleep. The Gorgeous Blonde told her to keep down and yelled at me for kicking her. Dexter crawled under the bed.

That was one of my dreams. You're welcome.

I also had to school Rand Ryan (a Paul Ryan/Rand Paul uber-asshole hybrid) on trickle down economics in front of school kids. It was as weird as it sounds. The kids laughed, on of them shouted "moded!" at Rand Ryan and he stormed off in a huff.

You're welcome
I was the king of moded growing up. One time in the 8th grade I moded a girl named Francine. She was fat. I called her Fatty Francine. Was it mean? Sure. Did I care? I was an asshole. If it makes you feel any better I still have the tip of the pencil she stabbed me with embedded in my arm. My tattoo hides my shame.

One must always take caution when moded-ing someone.

Coffee beach time.