Save a Horse?
Geez. Sorry for being MIA so long. There were issues involving my parole that I'd rather not talk about.

First off, I've been hacked or something! I don't know where the fuck this chili dog icon came from, but I blame Mori. I keep seeing him over at my house while I'm not home. I like, come home from helping those old bitches all day and he's leaving the house! Don't think I don't see you! Cocksucker Mori. Lonely mother fucker can't talk to his family or something, so he has to come and talk to mine.

So yeah, I read about this Save a Horse; Ride a Cowboy bullshit. I already know I can't make it because parties are strictly forbidden (I'm grounded) but I really don't care to go anyway. It reminds me of the party I went to a couple years ago.

One of my older friends threw this party because he was so pissed off at those tree-hugging hippies protesting the killing of cows for meat. So my friend threw this party that he called the "Fuck the Cows; I Eat Meat" party. Long story short: The party was overrun with these animal raping fucks and a bunch of faggots. It was that day that I decided to never go to a themed party again.