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I played Grand Theft Auto this morning:
May 4, 2008
after going on a jog. It was nice outside.
I ran over a hooker, and then I shot at a wall.
I hit a man with my fists. It was seventy degrees.
I woke up my son. I went to breakfast at the mexican cafe.
I threw a molotov cocktail into a cop car.
I drank coffee and played pool at a bar
with my gun dealer, who won.
I felt horrible after losing.
I got in a fist fight with a bum
and talked with my dad for an hour
about cars. I think I am going to sell my coupe
and get an affordable family car.
It must get good gas mileage and have an AUX input.
My SUV blew-up after shooting it with a shotgun.
I successfully escaped incarceration.
I took a nap after looking at digital watches
under ten dollars on Amazon.
I shot a fireman in the face.
I made the machine gun noise,
and my son smiled. I changed his diaper.
I ran over a man drinking coffee
while listening to reggae,
and then I threw my SUV into reverse.
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That was perfection!
- William / May 5, 2008 2:33 PM
i think you are zeroing in on your true personality, and are not afraid anymore. i think i will not go driving with you, though, unless i absolutely have to, like if we are transporting drugs in sick manatees or something.
then i would have to come.
this dark color scheme is headaching me. maybe switch to light blue/dark blue?
- craig / May 6, 2008 9:40 AM
This should be on one of the radio stations in Liberty City. Why isn't it?
- the man who couldn't blog / May 6, 2008 12:38 PM
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