The Return of Step Up....maybe

I fucking hate stuff, and by stuff I mean midgets. They are so fucking weird, I mean really, what the hell is up with midgets? Not a damn things, short bastard.

Okay enough of that madness.

I've had a feeling deep inside me, like something has been missing. What has been missing you ask? Even if you didn't ask this, I don't care. Step Up! That's what, I haven't Stepped Up in months and now my soul is black like the blackest black ever to black the blackest part of black land. I'm talking in the deepest part of the darkest cave in a fucking black hole black!!!! That's fucking black. I've also become a 13 year old emo girl, my parents don't understand me!

But I digress.

What I really have to say is being half Irish sucks when you're poor and like to drink. I wish I could be one of you people, that drink two or three beers and you're totally pissed. But I'm not. I could drink beer all day, and not get drunk, maybe a little tipsy, but that's it. I would also vomit about 50 times because piss actual taste better then most beers, but that's just my opinion. I mean I can and have drank 6 shots of tequila and felt how you earth people feel after 3 beers. This makes me sad. SO! What am I going to do about this? You guessed it, Step the fuck Up! I'm going to drink nothing but home made Stepped Up! alcohol from now on, sure I might go blind because it's going to be 221% proof and I'll have to make a new type of metal that will be able to hold it. But I'm getting pissed like my mates!...how britsh of me.