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lobsternaut: HLUUAGGHGH GLURGRRLE

  lobsternaut: HLUUAGGHGH GLURGRRLE
Posted
Mar 10th 2005
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barf
I AM SICK and god it's just awful being sick in space because 1. THERE ARE NO FUCKING DOCTORS ANYWHERE 2. OH HO HOH HOHOHOHOH JUST TRY FINDING ASPIRIN IN SPACE and 3. SPAAAACE!!!!



plus you know i've been kinda down since i heard my ol' pal bubba died. Granted, he was kind of retarded (I mean JUST WHAT WERE YOU DOING SLUMMING AROUND IN A FUCKING FISH MARKET??? DID YOU THINK IT WAS A DAY SPA?????) and never contributed anything but MISERY to the annual "Noteworthy Crustacean" Meet n' Greet Gala (i remember this one time we had to get a bouncer for the appetizer table so we'd have some food left by the time the FIRST FREAKING SPEECH was over) and jesus i actually completely hated him but it's THE THOUGHT that counts I guess, right?

oh well.
 

Comments

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Lillico Says:

in space, no one can hear you yak.

Radical JoJo Says:

In the vaccuum of space, one's head implodes instantly.
I am sorry for your loss.

fawx Says:

i bet bubba is the dream lobster of all the lady lobsters

all the teen lobsters had his poster on their cave walls

Keffy Says:

I lit a candle for Bubba :( CRY CRY

mixtape Says:

its amazing cos i am in love with you ;[
haha

Zingerbat Says:

I recently played poker with an old black man named Bubba. He had 24 grandchildren and recently put 69 thousand dollars into fixing up his house. He's quite the character.

End of story.