You sir, are a penis, and are not going anywhere in life.
That is all.
You're my new best friend!!!! :D
No, thank you.
Joined on 8/22/10
Posted by RunIsaacRun - January 24th, 2011
This is what I listen to:
All Time Low
Bowling for Soup
Cage the Elephant
Cee Lo Green
Death Cab for Cutie
Glee Cast (lol)
My Chemical Romance
Panic! At the Disco
Plain White T's
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Theory of a Deadman
Three Days Grace
3 Doors Down
Posted by RunIsaacRun - January 22nd, 2011
you're infected and undead.
You put up with alot of stress,
like shovels to the head.
Survivors shoot you without asking,
until your skin turns bloody and blue.
Believe it or not,
Zombies have feelings too.
So next time they chase you,
Don't stomp them like a bug,
They just might want a hug.
Posted by RunIsaacRun - January 21st, 2011
This is why time travel can never exist, and if it did, you couldn't change anything when you're there. This is my reasoning,
Say your friend wears a really ugly hat that prevents you from talking to a girl with whom you really like. You get really angry and build a time machine so you can go back in time and steal his hat before he wears it. Then, he never wears the hat. Now here's the loophole. Since, said friend never wears the hat, your past self never needs to build the time machine to go back in time and take the hat. So you never go back in time and it creates a never-ending paradox where the ugly hat gets taken in, and out of the scenario.
On another note,
Trees give you splinters when you hug them.
Posted by RunIsaacRun - October 12th, 2010
EDIT: I will start doing rants on things that irritate me on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Dear fellow students,
Is it impossible for you to stand in the lunch line like normal americans? I'm pretty sure your muffin and sun chips aren't going anywhere. Are those two extra minutes of lunch really that important to you? I work hard to get my spot in line. Unfortunately, I eat at the pace of a snail, so those two minutes really do benefit my food consuming. Yes, I'm talking to you Mr. Human Vacuum Cleaner. You sit there, scarf down your food, and go sit in the gym. In the line, there is no need for corndoging the person in front of you. Nor is there a need to cut. I, like others, are hungry, and will not hesitate to bite your head off. Do you see what you've driven a pacifist to? Geesh. For the sake of others, control yourself and wait for your food, tubby.
With all respect intended,