sheep killer wants to talk rubbish

hello world, i'm sheep killer and i'm 2 and a half years old.

HEY. why is there no one here?
(well, yes, that's why the address says "i see no people")

OHHHHHHhhhhh. NOW i get it. so there's no one here?
(erm..)

GREAT!! now, i heard somewhere that this kind of space is the perfect place to rant and scold and be honest about your innermost feelings! oh boy i can't wait to start!! i have SO MUCH to write about, and even though this is on the internet, i'm sure no one will find me! Hurray! XD
(...ha.. ha. riiiight.)




Today was a sad day for me. I went to the market to buy some curry powder, but on the way I saw a lorry with the words "MEATY MUTTON" painted on it in bright red. Attracted by the lovely colour, I followed the lorry, and came to, who would have guessed, THE MARKET.

But when I got there, a depressing sight greeted me. I saw that the lorry contained none other than FROZEN MUTTON!!! In other words, there was no live sheep slaughtering in that market. My horror turned to anger (how I longed to stab a lamb), and eventually, it became nothing less than grief.

How this life tortures sheep killers like me!

I want to end it all... It's just too painful to take.

Pass me the cleaver.


posted by sheepkiller @ 5.10 AM




(oh my goodness. the woman is mad. she really believed in the blogshit. WAHAHAHAHA)