Well then you need to start rapping or something because it'll learn you ta flow.

His rap name could be Dirty Ol' Bastard.

Nick Nack Paddy Ain't Whack

My harrowing weekend:

-Was assaulted by a large ball of dust that floated down from the ceiling fan in my new room (which was so caked in dust that it looked like it was covered in fur because the people in this house have of course never bothered to clean anything in their lives. Every roommate I've ever had has been this way.)
-Spent a bunch of PF Chang's gift cards that some lady at my brother's memorial gave me for some reason (the food was terrible as always)
-Endured two Papa Roach songs in a row thanks to the greasy jorts man who was hogging the jukebox last night
-Was hit by the most horrific wave of nausea and grief (it's always triggered by the most mundane things--either that or guilt over doing fun things/going out) and powerlessness at around midnight last night which I'm sure the roommates loved hearing through the walls
-Dropped ALL four of my mochi ice cream balls on the disgusting carpet and then ate them anyway

Yeah, absolutely. Cos everyone here uses perfect English in their posts, amirite? Nomsayin? :rolleyes:
Oddly, those are my initials! :laughing:
At least you didn't have to endure the appearance of two papa roaches! ;)

Flow=/=proppa engullish

Just quit while you're ahead.

Yeah. This from the guy who posted this:

Yes indeed. Maybe your writing would be better if you considered criticism of your writing to be anything but a personal attack.

It's only a matter of time unfortunately :(

I lay down two papa roaches and I power them up with a warped tour card. I also place Korn in attack mode and I hit and kill your (hed) PE.

It's a card game based on ****ty bands. The back of the cards have tribal tattoo looking designs and they'll even get a ****ty anime with tons of home made metal core music videos. And this is what they do in white trash hell.