Today after eating Big Bowl Beefaroni…
I attempted to enter wcugaming, yet to my dismay the server was full. Distraught at this unfortunate information i then ventured to post on the forums, and again due to unfortunate events i am poisoned with urban’s incompetency. And with the end of the previous sentence i connect to the auto-connect i forgot to inform u about but which i had turned on earlier in my chronology of events in the past and near future. In the seconds that pass as i connect to the server i come to realization that the organization of common english along with its grammar structure is old and boring…so i then decide instantly as the words flow from my keyboard that its time to break down the grammar for which i was brainwashed to know and for which i know break. The feeling of liberation to which i am reborn is one that radiates and subsiquently prevents me from playing the counterstrike application i recently opened to please my brains hunger for entertainment. Now on the verge of being kicked for being away from my keyboard (which in reality is a bloody lie for i am in fact at my keyboard) i leave you with a simple yet very close answer to the question for what life is all about and that is, crack kills.