Kek

The work kek is quite the word. It can mean whatever you want it to mean. Its really cool and fun to say especially to a girl if you know what I mean. Kek. Sometimes its hard to pwn as much as me but I manage to do it on a daily basis. I like to say kek quite a bit. I also like to hear people say kek. It is quite exciting. Rofl, I am so frakin tired right nao. I need to get some sleep or my night job could get a bit tiring. I work the corner between Kek rd. and Pwn Ave. Its a pretty good spot. I usually get about 3 or 4 customers a night. I am such a freakin pooner it is not even funny in the least. Okay, I think I will go and eat some food because I am so freaking hungry that I could eat at Arby's.

This Summer

Summer is pretty epic and pwn. Especially this last one because I found out many things about myself, religion, and cookies. To begin with, Right after school ended, I went and died of Whooping Cough. Luckily though my respawn time was tuned just right so I was alive in time to go to The Grand Canyon (or GC as it likes to be called). So the GC was pretty 1337 and breathtaking. I even hiked into it with a 60 yr old man! I had to carry him back up, but cents Im awesome it was easy. So after that I went to the beachorz. It was hot, sandy, salty, and totally gnarly dude! I was the coolest dude on the beach. ( All statistics and data obtained from SheardonQuit Inc.) So the beach was cool and I think I got a bingo once, Idk though. Then I went up to New York and partied at a Christian Camp which apparantly they frown upon. The first week I worked and was a good little naga. I dont remember the second week all too way. I was drunk I think? Maybe drugged. IDK. Then the third week I was the leet staff member and did the work that the asian was supposed to do but he went back to Asia so me did his work. Then the fourth week, my infatuation with a certain girl developed tenfold and I did a little bit of Jesse Right on that rock too. Ouch! So then I went home to nasty, boring WV and died again. This time a car hit me and I died from loss of head. And now Ive been partying up with nagas of all shapes and size and color. Then I wrote this blog. And then I died again.

A little story...

Well, Summer is almost over and school will begin soon so I decided to give you readers a little taste of what is to come this season on
"OLD GREGGS PAD."

One day while working out in the slave fields where all the women work on the planet Aerth, a girl decided that she was done being a slave. "I'm tired of working on these fields. Everybody is so rude and they always have those RUDE orders." That girl's name was Bon Que Que. She had always been a rebel growing up and never wanted to do anything unless "D'Wad" asked her to. After many months of working and complaining, Bon Q. Q. met a little man named Sheardon. Now, Sheardon was no ordinary man. He was a magical pixie, and a serial killer. He wanted to kill Bon Q. Q.! Luckily, as Sheardon was about to kill her with a packet of sugar, Old Gregg came and decided to brutally rape Sheardon. Then Bon Q. Q. shot them both in the head with a single set of dice. Just then, a red haired male came and grabbed Bon Q. Q. and ran into the darkness. Then the red haired man tripped and broke his leg so Bon Q. Q. left him to die there. Suddenly it was daylight and a group of bigfeet came and accepted Bon Q. Q. into there clan. She lived with them for a few years and grew fond of their company. Then one day she saw that she could sell bigfeet fur for quite the profit. That night, she killed all the bigfeet in there sleep and sold all the fur to a greedy merchant. Now Bon Q. Q. was rich and went to live in a big mansion and was married to D'Wad and lived happily ever after... That is until her half bigfoot son came home after school...

The End?