The boy who cried Manwitch.

I write this entry as I cook sharks in my basement. I hit the jackpot today everybody. As I walked my dog rusty around the pier eating my morning manwitch, I saw a bunch of dead sharks on the beach. I was curious on how so many sharks can be dead under a pier at once, I decided to hire mexicans and my girlfriend Cameron by giving them dolla fries with my EBT card of power. We ate, and we also got My Little Pony toys, I got the purple one with the flower on it, it was delicious, especially the wrapping, Sharron gave us more toys for free, because he works at McDonalds, he's a head manager over there. As we rolled down out windows with the sharks in the back of our truck, it suddenly got very misty outside, and we found ourselves in the ghettofied a**hole camp. It's like a bunch of black guys who r**e you without condom or lube, except they swipe triple the amount of EBT as I do. All of a suddens they decided to get a bat and one ran out and sacrificed himself to stop my car and his body clogged up my engine and my grill, causing my car to stop. I honked my horn a bunch of times, to grab peoples attention, but to no avail. So i went into my cd case and got out my favorite tunes to blast, god old coon man Johnny Rebel, with his hit single, "N****r N****r." The black people were so impressed with the influentiul lurics that they decided to buy the song on Itunes with their EBT card and they also bought us drinks with cash. I told them cheers and to put a good ol prime rib in the bbq and they did. While they were distracted with the consumation of other materials, we pryed the dead guy in our grill and ran off, one of our mexicans, Asho didn't make it. He was eaten by the ghettofied a**holes of Amurica. We did make it though, UNTIL WE SAW SOMETHING ELSE IN THE MIST. It was the guy in the suit, and now I come to think of it, sharron tried to kill me while we were in the car chanting some words of some sort because she was possesd by this tall suit man guy. I knew who was behind his pupet sharade though, it was KONY ISLAND 2010. All of a sudden, next to the tall suit man, invisible children were parading the grounds of ghettofied asshole land. I knew their only weakness though. The mexicans in my truck had gallons of paint handy from their lawn mowing job before, and we dumped it on the invisible children and they were visible, then we were able to run them over effectivly, in steed of blindly thoughout the mist, the tall suit man was mad at us, but we didn't care. But right now, the mexicans and sharron and cameron are eating sharks right now with our hard ernd stuff. I'll try to update later, but i'll see what I may be able to do. I applied for the most dreadful thing ever, UNEMPLOYMENT.