Today, Georgey H. broke down in front of the Florida state house as he talked about Jeb. Of course, this leads people to think that he was crying about Jeb. But they’re wrong.
Using my powers of reason and ESP, I translated for all of you what George was ACTUALLY thinking:
les enfants de la guerre ne dancent pas bien ce nuit
ils penseront a la fin de la vie
et quand l’etoile qui se leve a matin
est tombee dances comme tu es fou lapin
we are asleep please don’t wake us today
I’d like to scream but I have naught to say
so I’ll just sleep till my larm clock it sounds
and then I’ll hit snooze till they set loose the hounds
c’est parce-que je t’aime que je parle comme un con
a la piscine avec nous nous allons
nage avec sans moi vetements sans la peur
qui nous derange et nous rendre faux danceurs
These are pretty much all my totally emo feelings put into a totally non-emo sarcasm. My existence is not to be looked down upon, unless you are doing so in an ironic way to further fuel my love for EMOtions:
A song about the Yuppie Death March via Daniel Johnston:
Oh Lord it really brings me down
About the Devil Town
And all my friend were vampires
Didn’t know they were vampires
Didn’t know I was a vampire myself
In the Devil Town
Its my newest video blog. God, I hate the world. Don’t you understand? God. 🙁 🙁 🙁
