DAMMIT!!! My scanner broke RIGHT WHEN I DREW SOMETHING I ACTUALLY LIKED!!! GRRRR!!! I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF!!!!(sarcasm is in this paragraph.)

Yeh, it kind of sucks... I just got back from a camping trip and now I discovered that I am unusually soft...
Some of you all ready know this, but I'll tell this story again...

I was sitting outside a cabin having an engaging conversation about the ignorance of some actors with a group of giddy *sexy* girls when you here this booming voice scream at someone inside the cabin. It was my science teacher and my friend. The science teacher happens to be a cranky old man while my friend happens to be a rebellious bastard. (No offense, bitch.) The group of girls starts to laugh while thinking about my friend's torment from the teacher and
Istartyelling at th emtelling them that it's insensitive, appaulling, and assy to laugh at ones pain in a bitch-like way for about 10 minutes. It took me 13 minutes to notice they were ignoring me. That made me mad. Mildly mad...
I began to make fierce hand gestures at them until I said the two magic words.... "Your odd"
Then, in a spontaneous blast of bitch-power combined with PMS, a girl named Rachel then snapped at me as another girl joined in to pummel me with oral abuse until my ears spout blood, intestines, and tiny chunks of the right and/or left cerebrum. The second girl really had nothing to do with the conversation; I guess she just joined in because she's a transvestite emotional tapeworm.
"BWAAAT??!!! I'M ODD??!! NO, YOU'RE ODD!!! YOU'RE SO ODD THAT YOU MAKE TIM BURTON LOOK bitch, bitch, bitch!!!" said Rachel as the other girl stood their drooling like a moron. When they both finished their PMS-laden rant, they began to snap their fingers repetitively in my face, proving they are truly bitches.
I tried to get away, BUT THEY KEPT FOLLOWING ME!!! I later got cornered by these pudding-heads and I did all that I could at this point: I threw a stick of butter I found in my pocket square between Rachel's eyes. She acted like she was hit in the head by a splintering bat, though.
As I tried desperately to retrieve my butter from the ground (It WAS my only stick of butter, Ya know?) while trying desperately to refrain from lol-ing, (She DID take too much testosterone, Ya know? Could've broken my thigh, that dyke.) the second girl came out of nowhere and stomped on my butter! "YOU BITCH!!!! ARRGH!!! MUST DISEMBOWEL FOR STUPID REASON!!!!" I screeched as I reached for her throat. Then she hit me in my danger zone and I nearly vomitted. Then I got all sad because it was my only stick of butter and how heartless people can be.
After that, I got some creamcheese to throw at them, but then I saw them and I made fun of The Village with them. After all, it was the worst movie I sawn. After that brief moment of laughter I became overly obnoxious and ecstatic. I began cracking up for no reason, saying I'm hungry spontaneously, cracking stupid jokes and laughing at them like my mind had just undergone some surgery and the surgeon slipped on a banana peel. I HELD A LARGE INSECT TO MY CHEST AND SAID, "LOOK, MOMMY!!! I'M BREAST FEEDING!!!" I became so high without use of narcotics that I KISSED A GUY ON THE CHEEK!!!! I FREAKING KISSED HIM!!!! Then I got back to normal and started questioning why people can be so heartless and senseless.

So, because of the damn scanner and my damn computer, I won't posting traditional art for a while.

-The one known as Florence Nighten-I mean James Stish