October 8th, 2008
AAAAAAGKGRNJLGNRKJNSYTSGGNLKJ WHAT THE FUCK
SINCE WHEN CAN THESE ASSHOLES GET INSIDE
Current Mood: shocked
September 26th, 2008
[[Assorted sounds of fiddling.]]
-goddamn stupid piece of junk. WORK, DAMMIT!
[[There is a crashing sound, as if the radio is being slammed against something hard.]]
Okay. Okay. Is the damn thing on now? Whatever, talking anyway. Someone owes me some answers. I present to you, mister Weird Fucking Radio Thing, a series of questions:
A) Where am I?
B) Who brought me here?
D) What's their least favorite way to die? Just asking out of curiousity.
Aaaaargh. What is this, a train station? This is retarded. Where's the nearest exit...