"what happpened, gaby? you look super pissed." the world said. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW STUPID EVERYONE (other than my people, ofcourse.) ARE?"

the wall was bright orange. gaby the wierdo was standing in front of it. she was spray-painting SOMETHING on the bright orange wall. she looked pissed off. El Mundo saw her/his/its good friend, and went over to talk. "what are you doing?"
"spray-painting. obviously."
"yeah, i can tell. but why? and what are you writing?"
"im writing los idiotas a note, because the are really dense, and do not understand. the have been smoking too much grass while whoevertheylivewith is away."
"oh. what are you writing?"
"read for yourself. im done. i have to go before they get me for vandalism."
"ok. bye gaby."
"bye world."
the words on the wall that were writen in black spray paint will never be told on this blog, because it would have to be censored, and there arent enough little stars in the world. not because its obscene, but because it makes to many references to where i live, and stuff. plz imagine what it says. gracias.

do we still not GET IT??? my god. (yes, you've driven me to say "god" again. i hope you're happy.) is it NOT obvious? do we STILL not understand? NO. i dont. (that was an answer to a unasked question. MY answer to an unasked question.) and now you're going to be a dee dee dee and totally ignore/misinterpret what i have just said. f*** you. no, even worse, CTM. the FIVE NOTE WHISTLE. dammit! why doesnt anyone SEE are THEY BLIND!!!??? are YOU, the PEOPLE blind? i dont think EVERY SINGLE ONE of you is BLIND!!! what the hell? do we not understand STILL??? ok. i will explain. in the only way subtle-y possible: the taco story from the day before yesterday. yeah. im going there. tacos will never be the same. here is la historia, SPECIALLY edited for purposely stupid people. :

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"hola paco. quieres un taco?" i asked the world.

"no thanx. mexican food makes me puke," the world politely answered,

"porque?" i inquiered.

"because its toooo greasy." the world answered. a little bit annoyed.

"oh. you're talking about cheap mexican food stupid college drop-outs make and sell at corners
so they can buy themselves some nasty mcdonald's food." i said, with disgust.

"yeah. do you know Billy Bob Joe? that's where i get tacos." the world said.

"what kind of taco did billy bob joe make you?" i asked, yet again.

"Billy Bob Joe made me a beef and lettuce and cheddar cheese taco. with mild hot sauce." the world answered, turning a pistaccio-pudding green color.

"QUE? the REAL tacos have panela, frijoles gisados, and tapatio. those are the most common. another favorite is carne de rez asada con cebolla y ajo, frijoles recien cosidos, y chirmole. also queso fresco. queso fresco..." gaby, the ("certified") cheese enthusiast assured the world.

"ok, now i want a taco. can i have a taco?" the world asked.

"no." -gaby

"why not!!!" -el mundo

"because the first time i asked you, you said no." i answered and spied a cd store, that sold my music. i looked at it, and said: "i have to go now. smartpunk sampler vol. 1 calls."

"okay. i guess i'll have to go to Billy Bob Joe's." the world really wants a taco, and has to go to Billy Bob Joe's.
FIN
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that was a nice taco story. and now, i will talk on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on, and on, and on.

today's subject for on and on and on-ing, is homework. i havent done it. poor me. and since i havent done it, i will have to end this post. plz visit the following places:
The Used
From First to Last
SURS ok, dont visit this. and NO, i DONT think steven is hot.
Taste of Chaos
Warped Massacre-fave. player is Spencer. but Geoff is really hard to beat. really. they play music as you play. kicks ass.

i have to go. Homework calls. adios.
-gaby. drink snapple.
plz. drink snapple. and odwalla.