farmville no mua'

you didnt think i'd just have an opening story and disappear do you? herr no.
i just been busy.

the thing about farmville, and being in the ether of the social media is that you
can disappear from the world and yet at the same time be a fucking cartoon character
. do you know that my page is still inviting people to be friends and doing 'likes'
on other's posts. no biscott bitches, i have nuddin to with that. do you think i'd
waste my time doing that rather than say go to Hollywood Spa free of charge and
watch? no fucking way. yes. i haven't been around to talk with you about the
trivialities of life because:

a. I'm not...alive
b. too busy going from one event to another, yes I still go to all the events you
want me to go to. yes. I was there last night in Panorama city at St. Genevive's
for the Typhoon Sendong benefit. why you think it was so cold in the church. You
know what people's problem is, they talk too much. we wanna see da performers!

and dont think i was, yua godda poblem with no punctuation? well, go elsewhere
then, nobody ask yua ta read dis. go to the muslim one; or the inept cajun runner,
the love addict..ladidadida. or da one who only speaks in tagalog and sells emotions?
what da fuck? who gonna understand his shyit. i tellya.
where was i, oh yes. don't think i wasn't at the staff holiday party at Salakot.
ooh, those boys..so cute. i can eat'em up. i think i'll watch them take a shower
tomorrow. everyone look sooo happy, even big boss who still looked Kaumaha here
and there. no. we are not mind readers, we can just see, and i saw it like a shot
agave tequila.
Big Boss, I was there.

c. doing whatever I fucking please. ( do you recall how long I was limping until i
decided to say, fuck this bullshit.)

d. no more pidgin or pretending to speak Chinese.

e. and I don't have to pretend to be a ghost anymore, I am one! bwahaahhhhhaaaah.
hmm, dont like that word tho'. ok. im not casper. not ghost of christmas past,
present or tomorrow. and i dont look like patrick swayze although i dick around
with him sometime.
PIKA
ey patrick, y yua stilll smokin bruddah, did'nt that smoke in ya head kilya.

PATRICK
no shit, and now that I am, I can smoke whenever I please.


he still so cute and witty. i couldn't help but get a boner. that's the only thing, he don't go that way. Once yua stret, yua always stret.
right? Ah shit, wasn't. no more pidgin. what can i say, i cant change who i am.
efa. gotta count if i've said too much. Im only allowed 500 words or else...or else.
hahaha or else fucking what. but i am a good boy.. good at being bad. brb.
i have said too..at being bad. eh. ok. brb.