So I've been at Melbourne for the past few weeks and I'm finally back. YEeEEaahh.
Anyway, Melbourne is made up of 70% indians. When I wasn't stomping faces, eating rocks and shitting gunpowder, I was secretly wishing I could throw meat pies at them while hiding behind the banana trees. I'm not racist or anything, but the indians there were all so smug and shit faced. They lived in nice houses and drove nice cars with curry-scented fresheners. The indian taxi drivers would weave back and forth around the road like they owned it. One of them even stared me in the eyes and made this weird hand gesture saying "I've got her in the palm of my hands". Well screw you.
When I got back to Sydney Airport, Yenmi was waving and screaming and running towards me, but not before I ran her over with a golf buggy. She got back up and tried to hug me, but I reversed over that sucker. No way I'm letting that indian get to me.
Back to how much I rule.
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