Monday, April 23, 2012

Mel Gibson

My friend and I used to play this game where we drove around this beach town we lived in and talked in Southern accents pretending to be brother and sister. We would pretend that the people in the front seat were our parents and say weird, sexually graphic things to each other. Anyway, one time, seemingly out of nowhere, he said, "If I die, you have to promise to kill yourself." Then, we both started laughing.

I guess, that's the kind of agreement I have with Mel Gibson in my mind. Like, he dies, I die. That sort of thing. It's hard for me to describe my feelings for him. All I can really say is that, he makes me feel good.  Some people relax by meditating, yoga or self hypnosis. I like to relax by putting on headphones and listening to Mel Gibson pant like an animal while screaming about getting blown and putting cunts in the rose garden.

"WHO WANTS TO EAT, WHO THE FUCK WANTS TO EAT? HOOORAAAAY. FUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK"

 

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