Hoodlums, Obama, and Little Martha

the street outside is littered with brutally smashed pumpkins!!! damn those hoodlums. anyway, as you can see, i added a mind-blowingly awesome photo of Obama. remember when the world was obsessed with him? wait... HAS HE ACTUALLY DONE ANYTHING? i just realized that he has changed, well, almost nothing as president. and he got a peace prize, right? WOW. FME. F My Earth. whatever. 

i am SO DAMN STUFFED with hershey's kisses right now, people 'round here should be more original with their candy-giving. seriously. "here's a hershey's kiss for you, little timmy, and for you, little lisa, and one extra for little martha." NOBODY WANTS YOUR DAMN KISSES ANYMORE! urgh'm. well, i'm off to eat more kisses.

Kraft Dinner, Paranoia, and my First Post

So, this is the blog.  well, i suppose i'll start with something that happened today: me and my friend, Robbie O'Donnell, decided to stop cars in the street and ask them their opinion on Kraft Dinner becoming Canada's National Fruit. awesome. some answered (scared of simple kindness!) " THAT DON'T EVEN MAKE SENSE " while others (old women and such) just kind of stared and chuckled in fear. god, the paranoia in this neighbourhood, it's like America. anyway, i filmed it with my flip camcorder, and i'll be posting momentarily. personal info for my first blog post: i'm a thirteen year old boy currently living in Ottawa, Canada. i hate conformists.