Most retarded last day of whiskerino ever. I missed my bus and my stupid idiot loser step dad wouldn't drive 5 seconds down the road to pick me up, so I had to walk. Thanks jerk. I had to walk by Billy's stupid house, and I remembered when he called me a 'whiskerweenie" and hit me with a snowball, so I threw a snow ball at his stupid mustang to get back at him. I guess I didn't notice that he was sitting in his car, and suddenly his door flew open. I tried to run away, but I wasn't wearing my Spauldings today, so he tackled me and pushed my face in the snow. I got snow inside the wrists of my gloves and down my socks, and he wouldn't let me up until I said I was a whiskerweenie. He's so lucky I didn't have my Brazilian Ninjitsu fighting staff, or I'd be visiting him in the hospital.

Then when I got home, my step dad said "It's time to shave that rat's nest off your face and try to look like a human." I said, "why don't you try and make me, crapface." All of a sudden he grabbed my neck and tried to "make me."
Fortunately, I was able to hit one of his pressure points that I read about in my latest issue of "Soldier of Fortune," and made a narrow escape.

They're just jealous because I'm making such a sweet blog to hold me until whiskerino '09. Maybe by then they'll have some lives.