Suicide: A Better Way

I wonder if I can still enter this contest.

Having a job is awful, it means I have to "wake up" at a time not of my choosing. That is not what America means to me. I want this weekend to be a mix of the Deer Hunter and Wassup Rockers. Throw in some Love Actually, for the lady girls.

"Adolph, You Beauty" by the Chosen Few is one of the best songs about Hitler by an Australian punk band EVER. I should know, I'm kind of the main authority of Hitler songs in all the land! Tonight at La Vics there was a woman (?) dressed in a very lewd manner! Perhaps she was not raised properly, with a strong father and an un-scantly clad mother. Shit is sad times, all holes in stockings and barely any shirt to speak of. Disheveled eyes, yes I would like extra orange sauce (San Jose's main selling point?) with that.

There is a girl I know. She is like an angel mixed with this guy. We've got destiny, so I'm not gonna worry about the rough and tumble times for now. I will love my fat son, no matter how fat. Why would you even doubt that? I still maintain that in times of despair you just need some of this:

Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract

As always I leave you with the words of Beef Nate: kill kill kill kill destroy destroy destroy!