About as Cool as Mom (which is totally Not cool)

Wow.  I am like in total dis-ba-lief right now.  I just found out that my brainless brother Queefter has started a blog. 


You seriously wanna know what this fool got to say?

  I mean seriously? Cheapdork think grammar is da first step in makin' a S'more.  When he count to three he just go "One...one...one..." over 'n over.   Fact, when Pest-ter first told me 'bout his "planet" to start a blog, he say "Stella what would you to say if I did start to write about what is my life like you on the internets?"  Ob-vosly, there was only one response to this stream o' poo comin' out his mouth so I reply "What the F you talkin' bout that ain't even English 'n do you got any leftover food in yo mouth let me check!"  Anyways, eventually I understood da gist of his message, and also found me some delicious morsel of meat (what kind I ain't sure) in the back of his throat. 

So now Ches-twerp has got this blog goin' but 'stead of actin' all mad and stupid like Mom be when Dad don't cut vegetables fast enough ("Blah blah blah what take you so long my belly has been deprived of food for 20 minutes!") I just gonna let it go.  He wanna make an even bigger fool of his-self, yo, I support that shit all da way.  So long as he don't eat his feet on my keyboard.  That shit's nasty.

Feel like killin' brain cells?  Read Chesturd's mental fart-stream here:  http://whatishoover.blogspot.com/.