Hotter Than Hell

Whoa, so many hot chicks. Man I got to do something soon or I may explod kinda of like a crappy balloon blown up too much or the latex glove Monk blew up.
Ok I was talking to Monk and our good friend JD and I was talking and got really distracted by one girl walking on the other side of the window. I completly lost my train of thought. She was the closest person I have seen to haing the world revolve around themself. Not you Figgy you greasy ice cream suckin, chicken humping, fat obese, ugly hideous creep.
Then of course The Letter S which seems to take over everything. Look at the Ibanez S it is absolutly amazing unlike Mk id da mira. Oh I must succeed this time.