Odd Things Arise When MICKEY Gets Sleepy!!!!
written at 2:55 in the a.m.
Ok so i was walkin down the street when this guy comes up to me, he's like "hey dog, you wanna throw down on this?" I was in that state of mind where nothin seems real and everything turns into a muffled roar so i didn't answer. did i mention i was lazy, well i am; this could be another reason i didn't answer him. i don't know why but i hated this guy, wait yes i do, because he was talkin to me and it was all jibberish. i said "dude you need to lay off before i punch you in your face" the guy very offended like started ramblin off like he knew somebody yet i continued not to listen or to care in the slightest but i did catch the words "space" and "giant rocket" out of his incoherent ramblings. i was thinkin to myself man that guy just said "space" and "giant rocket" then i spoke aloud "way sweet". then i looked up at this guy, who was still talkin by the way, and said "dude, shutup. did you just say space and giant rocket?" the dude was like "hell ya dude...." and i didn't get the rest. "blah blah blah blah blah" the guy kept goin on and on about nothin and why? i just wanted to hear about that giant rocket and space. "man i told you to shut your hole" "yea but i'm better than you because i know about giant rockets and space and i'm gonna beat around the bush instead of tell you directly about the giant rocket and space" "hey guy you don't know jack ok, just because you know somethin about some huge rocket in the middle of shit land doesn't mean you know anything beyond the fact that there's some rocket in the middle of shit land" thats when i whipped out my humongous cell phone and dialed murphy. "hey holmes what's up?" i said "nothin much just bustin down on some folks" "sweet well hey dude i got this jackass here who thinks he's better than me because he knows about this giant rocket and shit land and he won't shut up. what should i do?" "well just punch him in his face and then kick him" "sweet dude" "right on, just do that and then he'll know what's up" "awesome" so i gave this random guy one more warnin "dude, you gonna explain about this junt in shit land or what?" "well you see... blah blah blah" "man i hate you so much all you had to say is 'yea dude there's this junt in shit land and it junts around like it knows somebody and ratman comes and wraggles it right out of the sky while wooldridge is plotting his vengeance and shit. the rocket ends up junted and wooldridge finds it then drives his gnomes to build a giant contraption 18 feet tall of ropes and pullies that runs off of coal. they (wooldridge and the gnomes) then come to earth and start bitin peoples ankles and you need help to stop the bitin.' but no you just speak jibberish so you have to die" i punched that man right between his eye with my right pectoral muscle then threw down some punches with my hair i pummeled that man down to the ground then i just started kickin him. there was blood everywhere but did i care? no. "dude why didn't you just tell me bout the rocket? then you wouldn't be all dead and crap" so i'm sittin here poundin this dude like it aint' no business and up walks this robot; the f'in robot started kickin the guy too. this really pissed me off. what did he think he was doin startin some sorta robot revolution. i was like "dude chill i'll kill you" the robot stared blankly "man what you pullin? i'm killin this guy here back off. go find your own guy that knows about rockets and refused to tell you" but the jerk-off kept beatin up on my corpse. "DUDE BACK OFF" i whipped out my bat and beat that robot's brains right in. no contest. i owned souls. man did i ever own so much face in my life? i think not. as the rocket man's body bled everywhere here come those damned gnomes he was talkin about. i started punting them left and right they didn't stand a chance. they kept tryin to get to my ankles but luckily i taped little ninjas to my socks that cut the gnomes' lips every time they went to bite "what a bunch of sissy gnomes" i said continually kickin. i thought it was a good thing that i used the kickin machine at the gym. yep i showed them gnomes what's up and ripped them a new ass-hole. man i'm so tired. i can't even remember what i'm writing about. it's all my fingers just typing away. i'll guess i'll end it by skippin to the future fifteen minutes... president of the JSJ: "i would like to reward you with the medal of junts for defeating the dogmen that lived in the earth's core and saving the graceful ninjas from complete devastation... you are the most totally awesome person that ever lived ever in the history of the universe" "alright";'lkdfaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalkj'''' aaasddddddddddddddkdf;sdajlkasljk;asfld;jas;ljk'asfdjlasdflk;'asdjkl'asdjlkf'asdj 'ajklfd'kla'dsjkcan't typ e anymore