Thursday, September 09, 2004
well i can't follow through on anything bc i am already done with Petey.... sorry... he decided to go on a spiritiual quest.... lets face it he needed one.... when he gets back we'll see if he learned anything. BYE PETEY!!!!!!! I"LL MISS YOU!!!!!!!!! PEACE!
Posted at 01:43 pm by Gcubed
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Tuesday, September 07, 2004
9/7/04- Gloria forgot all about yesterday and told Petey that he could go out and have fun. So he got up took a shower in his black bathroom, dried himself with his black towel, and brushed his teeth with his black tooth brush. Then he put on his black corduroys, black Piebald t-shirt, his black socks, black converse, and his black glasses. He even wore black underwear. Then he hopped on his Black BMX and peddled to the Coffee House. He ordered his usual triple shot mocha frap with whip cream and cinnamon. He drank his coffee and smoked a blunt his grandfather left on piano. After that he saw Jenny Ihavtashit reading the paper. Jenny was a 17 year old girl who loves to be her-self and stay away from kids like Petey. Petey strutted his hot ten-year-old body over to Jenny and said, “Whats up baby? Want to FUCK?” Jenny quickly blurted, “Fuck no you little shit fucking perv! Now, I have to shit, goodbye.” Petey got very angry and decided that this wasn’t over. As she walked away he hopped on the table and screamed, “FUCK!” and she walked away. Then Petey got off the table kicked an old man in the shin, swore at a def man, pissed on a blind man, and shit on a quadriplegic. Petey had a better day then yesterday.
Posted at 01:27 am by Gcubed
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Monday, September 06, 2004
Once upon a time there was a 10 year old boy named Petey. Petey loves to wear black clothes and make scenes. This is what Petey did today...
(I will Update Daily.... hopefully)
9/6/04-Today Petey's mother Gloria took him to the grocery store. Petey ran from Gloria after about 15 minutes of shopping. Gloria found Petey in the fruit section on top of a basket of Apples. Petey was screaming, "I hate fruit!" The crowd gasped in fear! "NO GAAAAASSSSPPPING ALLOWED YOU FRUIT FUCKING, COCK MUNCHING, CLAM LICKING, NO TALLENT ASS CLOWNS!" Petey responded, in a voice that would be similar to Damien's, son of Satan. Then Petey vigorously hollowed out a coconut, filled it with a bottle of Southern Comfort his Pastor bought him, put a 1.6 ft rag in it, lit the rag with the ZIPPO his grandfather left next to the bong, and threw the deadly fruit at a little boy wearing tights. The little boy naturally died a horrible, burning, fiery death. Gloria apologized to the boys parents took Petey home, and sent him to bed with out supper. Poor Petey.
Posted at 03:04 pm by Gcubed
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