Fuck it.
Fuck you, Heracross.
YOU DON'T OWN ME!
I DON'T NEED YOU!
I CAN LIVE MY OWN LIFE, DAMMIT!
YOU FUCKING STAY IN YOUR STUPID FUCKING TREE!
IT'S FINE BY ME!
I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN WASTE MY LIFE WAITING FOR YOU TO GET YOUR FAT ASS OUT OF THAT FUCKING TREE!
So folks, I've finally given up. Okay, so the part about me having better things to do isn't true, but the rest is. Heracross can get screwed. The marathon continues, just without a certain blue horned beetle!
I like to imagine that for the last three weeks you have been getting up, showering, eating breakfast, trying to catch heracross, eating dinnner, trying to catch heracross, going to sleep.
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