TODAY I bought a motherf*cking whiteboard. I mean holy sh*t. Yesterday I thought I had been missing out on life because I didn't have Greasemonkey and guess what, it's nothing compared to how much more I could have done and accomplished in my miserable and pathetic life if had bought a M-O-T-H-E-R-F-*-C-K-I-N-G WHITEBOARD when I was pubescent.
You might say "wow, a WHITEboard? that's gay. chalkboards, now that's some manly sh*t". I'd simply reply "enjoy your cancer". Plus, you have to use chalk and that sh*t's a mess. Whiteboards are the way to go and the one I got has f*cking magnets. I bet your gay ass chalkboards don't have magnets.
Want more reasons to buy a whiteboard? Say goodbye to wasting all that paper after getting one, you lowsy f*ck. This is as green as writing gets, BITCH. So go ahead, do yourself a favor and get a whiteboard. Mine is 60x90 cm, it's the perfect size. In case you don't use metric (which is a decimal system, not a stupid as f*ck duodecimal system like imperial units) that's 23.6x35.4 inches.
You can thank me by telling your friends about this blog.