Today's post is brought to you by the number G

"G" as in "go get me a fuckin sandwich bitch". Which is what I had to keep yelling at my roommate during the football games last Sunday. She wouldn't listen so eventually i just had to kill her...I believe its called matricide (the murder of one's mother). Ha i'm just playin around, i didnt actually kill my mother...but i did rip that tag off of the mattress in my bedroom in a fit of rage and was promptly thrown into handcuffs and taken to jail. Trust me, there are people who moniter that stuff and its just not worth it. The legal fees alone are a freakin nightmare, my roommates are refusing to post my bail and the sandwiches in here suck. That, boys and girls, is fun with associative thinking...and G is not a number...its a spot...don't judge me.