QForPhill

Dear Phill,

                I went home for the weekend and when I got back I found out that my roommate had taken a large amount of exlax as well as eaten a lot of Panda and then spent the entire weekend shitting all over the room. The room is basically covered in shit. No joke. There’s a huge dookie on the TV screen. What should I do?

                Sincerely,

                                Kearakissvargesgaragen (Keer-a-kiss-varg-es-gar-gen)

Why is it that only crazy, demented people bother to ask me questions? I swear. These are the kind of questions I have been having to put up with since no one wants to bother commenting me or asking me questions. If I don’t get some legit questions soon, I’m going to change this blog and start talking about how horrible and stressful life is being alive or whatever. I’ll add one more pointless blog about life that you will have to skip over in order to find something interesting. I’ll do it, i swear

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!! someone ask me some real questions, or funny ones, I’m not picky. I just don’t want to have to put up with all these stupid questions anymore. Ask me questions in my comment box or at modiebo@gmail.com

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