The Obscure

Oh snap bee. I love General Gau's Chicken so fweakin much man. It's delicioius.
My speech patterns have evolved to the point where my incoherent ramblings are actually most of my talking now. It's a strange feeling, to have a gag like that go so far as to become the norm.

Ben's here now, he's playing Super-Mario. I wonder if Taylor is goinsta come over today? Tim probably will too, they'll come over and drink all my soda and mess up my room, leaving only a trail of empty soda bottles and mess behind them!
In retrospect, it's really only me who drinks all the soda. Those Room-Messing bastards!
After further thought, my room is already messed up, of my own accord. Those... BASTARDS!

I got nuffin else to say now. G'bye.