My cat pissed on Logan's bookbag. It smelt really bad. He went home and burned it. That or threw it in the woods. Either way I've never smelt anything that bad before. True story.
Well, he's a dumbass. A cat stomping, donut horfing, cheese sucking fatty.
I told him to get on XBL three fuckin' times yesterday. Did he get on? No.
His phone is probably in his stomach because he mistakened it for food. Or just got so damn hungry that donuts couldn't hold him over.
Dumbass.
Yeah Andrew sucks. Logan wrote a note for me to give him tomorrow. It states:
"Listen Tub of Fat, I know you have no life. Stop acting like you do and get on Xbox tomorrow. If you don't, I'll probably punch you in your fat ugly face.
Cheers!
Logan"
I bet anything he WON'T get on.
Or he'll eat the paper or wipe his fat ass with it.
Damn, damn!