Dirty filthy student bums.

You should be a professional bum like me. It's a hard slog, but it's well worth it when you are being chased down the street by a mob of attractive (but armed and angry) women because you're a good-for-nothing broke metrosexual.

I don't know if that makes any sense, but that happened to me last week. I think. I may have been dreaming, or possibly drugged. That would probably explain the half-full glass that turned into a dragon then back again into a glass. And the talking pizza.

Man, that pizza was a fucker. Dissing me and my family... and why? "YOU DON'T GOT THE TOPPINGS, DO YOU LITTLE MAN?". It then vomitted out a pigeon.

It's alright though, I set the pigeon on fire.

Well, as long as the pigeon is a-cooking, then we haven't a care in the world.

For the record folks, that meal tonight was absolutely delicious. : )

Yo!

You know whats more delicious than your poxy meal?

The distilled tears of fuckercunts.