Can i have a cookie with a side of death?

how do i put this?

i hate the dogcrap out of where i live. Let me put this in perspective..

HELL!

okay that was harsh i'll admit. More like the 8th layer.

You know where everyone is practically retarded and have no common sense and their slight moments of brightness and intelligence shines through you feel like there should be a parade marching somewhere around the corner. I'm serious, for those that are laughing, i am not. That was a legitimate like 2-3 sentences there, i live in the 8th layer of hell.

But hey! there has to be a golden lining of every shit cloud right? Atleast they gave it a nice name. The IE. Which is an abbreviation for INLAND EMPIRE. The empire of what dude? seriously? The empire of all that is shitty and low? It should be better off named BOH. Bowl of Hell. This so called empire is surrounded by mountains. And if you disecrate the "golden" name of the "empire". I gurantee you what will most likely happen is some Bro-Hoe bitch will try to shoot you down with some self taught in the mirror dirty look. So not only is she epicly failing and look like a retard, she's part demon. Why?

BECAUSE SHE LIVES IN THE 8TH LEVEL OF HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

and demons have no intelligence which i am pretty sure you caught.

So anyways on to the cookies of death.

I live in a house with a superhero, a nerd, 2 midgets, a "princess", and of course myself.

Well call it Casa de FUCKED! (:

So what has happened recently at case de FUCKED! is the nerd has had some blood issues, which i can understand because my family is mostly diabetic so i can understand if we are having "food issues". BUT what the hell seriously? Must we erradicate all good food coming through? I have suffered with UGLY cereal only to be rescued by Special freakin K.. the chocolate edition?! what type of bull crap is that?

a diet food.. the chocolate edition!

I am a human being! Okay? Part of my human blood relies on sugar! and food that doesnt taste like fucking paper and glue. But anyways, cookies are liable for beheading and taste is subject to the electric chair..on low, until you die.

Opinions will get your ears chewed off by lions.

When you talk your breath shall be contained and used to speak to the deaf.

oh until the day my hero comes and takes me far away.

Until then dear readers, until the werewolf stops playing.