What is the sound of a dying Bitch? part II

Hello again...

Sorry about the gap. Had to do some studying and crapola like that. Anywhere, where was I in the tale of the elusive Possum King? Ah, yes, I was at the juicy part that makes me want to tear out the guts of the Possum Kign with a frekkin heated metal glove, then shove a cactus up his ass, then force him to make out with Bill Clinton.

My gf broke out in tears, and then slumped up in a ball against a set of lockers and cryed her little eyes to the bone. WhenI finally got to her I found her with her face in her hands, and when I got her to look up she mouthed through the tears that she couldn't get kicked out, she just couldn't, dancing was her life. I sat there and tried to call the Possum King, but he had lent his phone to someoen else to use, so I instead called a good freind Esmond, and with his help and fifteen minutes of our time, we managed to calmher down. Right now I must say something on the behalf of my great, wodnerful, beautiful friend Esmond...


YOU ROCK MY SOX ESMOND!!! IF GOD WERE A VOTED THING, YOU'D HAVE MY VOTE!!!

Anyway, with the help of the amazing Esmund I managed to get my gf on her feet and smiling. OK, not smiling, but not crying anymore either.

So then, after she had left, I went upstairs and confronted the Possum King. That son of a Bitch pulled me into his arms claiming that he wanted to chat with me. He asked if I was mad with him and I said, "No, I'm just trying to get attention." He got all hurt and said, "I was only playing.", to which I said that it wasn't cool or funny to make another person cry, and that he had worried her so badly that she had been about ready to go and plead with him on hands and knees. Then I pushed my way out of his arm and stomped off to my room.

Then the loser went and tried to plead with Esmond, with whom he had severed ties with only the previous day. Esmond snapped on him and ranted for a few minutes, then came into my room and ranted some more, which really made me feel better, just because he is so much better at articulating his feelings on the dot than I am.

That's it really, and if you want to see more then check out my gf's account, she might have something posted: vampireluva.

Good-bye world, but before I go... Have you had your creamed BeJesus today?

Peace out.