Scorned Acorns is telling you about their day.

My day is about as inspiring as a pre-used barber chair. Although there is potential someone (or something) of moderate importance has used it, chances are its just a soggy old foot of a chair. or a day. Use of metaphor incorrect. Fuck it. I need inspiration to continue but its highly unlikely to happen without the use of heavy narcotics and/or chainsmoking. Naturally, it's snowing outside. Today Scorned Acorns went live at the coffee shop, but no one showed up. Yeah we hate our fucking fans too, they are horseshit who wouldn't even appear. If you weren't aware of it, follow the tweets you little twit.

I don't think anything is more annoying than the sound of somebody's empty water bottle being squished up in the side pocket of their backpack. Actually wait it can be even worse, When they are sitting behind you (on the bus, or in class) and they are trying to get that last little drop out, and are unnecessarily squeezing the shit out of the thin plastic for five minutes. My guess is either they want other people to notice that A) they drink only the finest in triple distilled water, or B) they want YOU to know that they are better than you because they will surely re-use this bottle later, and you can only imagine that as the weeks go by it is only going to get more squishy and flimsy and noisy, and you almost want to drop the class because of this motherfucker. (for more information on distilled water, see acorn)

Chances are, this motherfucker will look like this:

and post-loud-squeeze he will speak out of turn about something vaguely familiar to the topic at hand, but won't phrase it in any sort of question, so nothing more can be said about his statement save: "Moving on".

Yo fuck these boys.
And fuck my day.
-Acorned