i want to go to ireland. for like two years just to pick up an irish rouge. i love the way that sounds. cool name to, not a fagish accent, a ****ing rouge. then id grow out a big red beard and shave my head......oorrr grow my hair out long. hhhmmm. tough choices yeah id go short or bald. you know i bet being a ginger is socially acceptable over there. i bet my high levels of gingerness would do me well over on the isle. people would by me free drinks and **** and wed all sing pub songs while getting smashed and brutally beating eachother. then wed wake up in the morning and do it all over again. not like over here. you should see some of the people i try to help at work. they see the red hair, youd swear ive got the bubonic plague or some ****. but i couldnt care less, our society is filled with masses of egotistical narcissistic morons anyways. you should see the guidos that come into the store. theyll look around and then one will feast his eyes upon the shirt that says " its tee shirt time" and hell call over all his fake baked friends. they all burts out laughing and they repeat it like five ****ing times and then theyll give eachother daps as if they just cured cancer. ****ing morons i hate this world. soo im gonna leave this world and go to ireland, okay? **** you.
god i need to start smoking weed again. im way to tense. maybe some BBQ will help.
