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Hmm... You know what's funny? People who actually believe what I have written below. It's a joke, get over it. Stop sending me messages asking if I really enjoy eating wax and if I indeed like smelly people. Other than that, I'm pretty chill and never check this thing. Sup? ------ Let's see. My name is Sara and ana ba kalem Arabi. I am married to a stinky man who wreaks of cheddar cheese and dirty socks. His name is Mohammed Osama Khaled. I love him with all my nose. I cannot read English. I cannot speak English. I can only type in English. Weird? I know. I suffer from stupidity and retardation. And I should not bother doing anything with myself or my life except to aim and struggle to become a good slave for someone. Oftentimes I find myself reading upside down, and let me tell you: it is so much more fun that way! I enjoy short walks on the beach. I enjoy eating sand as a side dish at dinner. The grainy texture turns me on like you would not believe. I enjoy inhaling gasoline and the toxic smell of farts. Speaking of toxic, "Toxicity" by System of a Down is a hawtmothafuckin ass song. I enjoy bruising apples by throwing them at the heads of chickens. Lastly, I thoroughly enjoy licking the fresh wax off of a burning candle. I hate people. I hate websites. I hate words. I hate jokes. I hate the weather. I hate music. I hate emo. I hate non-emo. I hate the television. I hate water. Fuck salt! But boy do I like me my smelly boys. Mmmm.. |
