Coincidently, while everyone else is cut to death, one of my favorite hobbies is pain management techniques. I recite the mantras of awesomeness and just float on my chi (built up from redirected pain) and unleash a unholy undead supa-dissing beam of caucasian-made slang. Your gangsters run in terror as their ear bleed and your waffles just explode (double negative). As for your graffiti... I invoke a panel of property assessors to deem it unsightly and have it removed with their dissaproving glare.
I then just move the hill (thank you troll) to long lost road, somewhere near wheee I live. (sometime, somehow...)
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