Anger Management At Its Finest
The effects of a very confining structured school on a wild mind. I've broken loose. Me no longer Brian. I Olaf-Vyljefsen. Cheiftain of carnage, rage, and utter mayhem. (I actually had already broken the weapon of my assault on this car; That's why there's nothing left but a stick.)
posted by Brian Harrison | 11:28 PM
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I wish I had a video camera of you tearing down the shed in my mom's back yard. It was brutal. There was this look of satisfaction and rage on your face. It reminded me of the scene in the Patriot when Mel Gibson runs down the British soldier in the creek and proceeds to chop him up splashing blood and water all over the place. Watching you was like Mel's character's kids. They thought, "Woe! Don't mess with daddy." I figured they had confidense in their father that he would not let anyone hurt them. (Remember, he was rescuing his oldest boy). I too am confident that if any inanimate object - whether car or shed were to try and harm me you would be their to destoy it in a theraputic furry.
That's fantastic...everyone needs an old car to beat up every once in awhile!
or if scrambled...Jeff Leo Sylvan.
Howdy Jeff...welcome to existance
Do you feel better now? By the looks of it, you do.
Oh yeah, I feel definitely better.
Yes, sexy huh?
Not last Friday, but the Friday before that. After classes. -And right before I was supposed to have an appointment with 2 of them. I walked into the first appointment sweaty with red knuckles from clutching and swinging that stick.
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