Yooo Earthlings, what’s up? I’mmmmmmm back blogging. Yeeeaaaa buddy. I know the blogosphere has missed me. I left my brain on an asteroid next to Pluto on a voyage with E.T. to get some new handlebars for that bike he stole from lil Elliot. What an a-hole, keeping that kid’s bike. But oh well, what are friends for? Don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know what my friends think I am for. Friends be tripping. Just because you are a friend doesn’t mean you get tickets to the game. Hahahaha. They are expensive! I need cheap friends, ones who enjoy the dollar menus at Wendy’s and Jack in the Box, aka Jack in the Crack. Soooo many things I can get a friend for 99 cents. So if you are a friend and you’re reading this, take a hint. Lol. And yes, I’m serious. Got the day off, so ima go see the wives on Jupiter. Pimping ain’t easy, but it’s under control.
P.S. If you don’t like my grammar, I don’t care, because I am not writing an English paper for a grade, plus English is my second language. I speak Alien. Let’s see you write in Alien. You can’t, because your modern-day technology lacks the advance stages of technology that we have on Jupiter. Damn Earthlings!
P.S.S. Follow me on twitter @Jupiters_Crunch.
