the Dalaverse

I am so annoyed, I feel the need to talk like Napoleon Dynamite to properly express my disdain and rage.

It's a freakin' blizzard out there! This is pretty much the worst weather decision of all time. There's like an infinity of snowflakes falling down. School officials, you fat lards, let us out. Let us out, and all your wildest dreams will come true. We'll build you a cake or something.

I don't have to go to class. Maybe I won't, GOSH.

Idiots.

I'm gonna go make myself a dang quesa-dillah.