Bloging DA Blogs: Boring Sundays of a some-what more than average Teenager

So, i think all average teenagers have some boring sundays, yuh-noh those sundays where you cant find a thing to do. Well I've been having a few of those lately, but I'm a some-what more than average Teenager so my boring sundays are like kick ass, greatest m***** Fucking sundays ever. But for me they are like watching grass grow. I dont know what its like to have a boring sunday for you Average people

COU-lance-GH, but for me; !!!WARNING Not For Children Under The Age Of 11 And Those Who Are Weak Hearted!!! Also Cuban Beware May Be Offensive In Some Way Or Other. READY! HERE WE GO! (all rights belong to Hershey park and Storm Runner) So i wake up with a bead of sweat on my brow, i hear it, it's close, it's the Chupacabra (yes, they do exist) so thinking on my feet i grab AK-93.5 and take aim at the thing, unfortunately i was sleeping in space so the rounds froze to the barrels and it wasn't a Chupacabra it was an Alien from the Black Eye Galaxy, He punched me in the face. and left me with a black eye, IRONIC! Well, i flew home in my 1967 Shelby GT 500 Spaceship, when I got home I found Bloody Cubins on my lawn trying to decapitate my statue, so i called Castro and the bitch Nuked my house (Warned you Cubins), so after I forced the creatures of the forest to rebuild my house (one of the bunnies got its foot stuck in cement so I made a hole in the brick and put a pole through it, now i watch it run around in circles all day). But, anyway it's getting close to noon so i mean whats one to do with no football of any kind on a sunday afternoon, so I grabbed the keys to my Helios space craft and took a stroll around the Universe at 150000 MPH until that bitch of a alien came back, oh but this time I was ready, I took out my Death Star and super glued it to the aliens ass, then i took a picture of the Mother fuckers shocked face and flew away, AH good times he forgave though now we meet every week for a poker tournament. so i went home, watched the OKC Grizz game for awhile, then all of a sudden Are-nald Sch-Warza-Nagar jump through my roof and challenged me to and accent talking contest, and right before we got down to it Sil-Vist-Er Stall-Own came out of no where and asked to join or else. but, I told that only people who talk funny because of accents, Not because they're retarded, then Me and Sch-Warza-Nager Round House kicked him back to Philadelphia. So Me and Sch-Warza-Nager went at it, he was like;

Then i ws like;

then he was like;

And Finally I Was Like;

Yes that was me, I WIN!

So after going REW-SHIN on Are-Nald i got tired and hungry so i hate a Kitten, yes a whole kitten, EET VAS SCROM-SHUS. then later at night i took out my pet T-Rex out for dinner, (if your wondering how i can afford so much food, dont worry, i just let him eat humans, you can find um at Wal-Mart) then when we got home i read my friend Lance's blog and laughed at his day, that loser. Well i suppose I could teel you how my weight lifting sesion went, but, i think i'll show you instead.