Lolcat

Dear AT&T,

Thank you for sending my money back to my wallet you dirty thieves.

Your internet is very useful to me and I would rather like to keep it, but I also like to get money back that was stolen from me. So, please don't die anymore right now. I need internet.

So what is the lunch lady's mystery meat made of?

Is it regular beef or chicken with special seasoning?

Is it the highly rated unborn baby fetus and amniotic sac?

Is it tortured baby cows...no that's veal.

If you put food up your ass do you shit out your mouth...?

Can pigs fly?

and Why the hell did the chicken cross the road?

All good questions, and here are the answers.

It is the baby fetus.

You do shit out of your mouth, eric cartman said so.

Pigs can fly when shot out of a cannon.

and the chicken was running from a group of wild monkys, that's west side for ya.

So, life sucks, officially. As declared by me.

I wish I held the switch the worlds nuclear missiles. I would fuck with people so bad

"Oh am I gonna push it, oh oh, Ooohhh not today."

"Just kidding. BALLS TO YOU!!!"

So tell me what you think about this



Pretty epic right? You can cap a nigga and rock out with dat funky shit

Now check this next one out and try not to get worked up

WTF is that?

Who in their right minds would even think of playing a giant penis even if it was for the spirit of music. The only person I could see playing this is Michael Jackson....or that kid from blades of glory. I think they found this in MJ's will, right next to the kiddie porn and request to be president of some choir club...if you play this you're gay.

And I don't mean balls to you gay, I mean balls on you. Sweaty, meaty manwich, flopping in your face you fuckin' fag.

I told you not to get worked up over that guitar you perverted bastard. That's it...

I quit!!!

Whatever man. Guess it's not like I have anything better to do.

G'night.