Ino's gone psycho and sex hungry.

Red's just...still trash-talky and dirty (but not in the way that I like it).

Mutt-boy is antsy because of Ino.

But where the fuck is Temari and Gaara?

Why the fuck do I feel so alone right now, even with this big photocopied picture of Ino's tits staring down at me from the ceiling?

Fuckin' hell.

....

Okay. I know I've bitched 'bout almost every single possible thing on this Earth, but seriously? Th' silence?

See, it's time like this when an Ino comes in handy.

Whoaaaaaahhhhhh.

H'okay. So maybe Mexico's not a good place t'go for a lil' holiday break after all. S'either that or those people really don't like their women talkin' to strangers that much.

Good t'be back in the Land of Boring and Everythin' Else in Between.

So, who's funeral did I miss?

So, the latest batch of drugs those wackos hooked me on aren't bondin' well wit' my bloodstream. S'like fuckin' cats an' dogs in there. All I get is sittin' backseat and watchin' this happen. Oh, and throwin' shit up.

Brigh' side? I think I got 'nough Mary J. Juana to last me for an entire year. They said it helps, an fuck yeah it does. They didn't tell me I could see through clothes with this shitty combo.

Love an' peace, man.

المتسكعون حتى لا يعرفون ما يفعلونه. تتحرك حول جعل الناس لا شعور القرف.

اللعنة لهم.

You don't need an Arabic-English dictionary to translate. I'll give you a fuckin' translation.

"Thanks for the upgrade guys. I would be feelin' thankful if you didn't piss off my sister. Now you can run for the hills an' repent for what you've done.

PS. When you get murdered in your sleep, don't say I didn't warn you."

What's this 'bout new faces an' influx of Omega blood?

Seems like Beta's got all the shitty ones this time. Don't all of you's speak up at once at our next team bondin' meetin'. Someone's bound todie of fuckin' boredom.

Changes ain't so bad this time, at least I've got a bed of my own without bein' fuckin' sleepin' bag raped by accident.

Uzumaki's still 'ere an' now we got Hyuuga. Fagface is gone an' so is Girl Who Fucked Up Herself.

Small crowd, but doable. Now to get a damn team leader so we can do somethin' already.

Even Vegas has its limits in bein' interestin'.

Oh, an' whoever sees Gaara, 'member to wish him congratulations for losin' his virginity. (An' tell him to stay away from good lil' Christian girls. He won't listen to me on tha' one.)

Haven't slept in fuckin' weeks. Even breathin' in this godforsaken tent's gonna get me an earful an' a bunch of idiots yelpin' 'bout how I'm a Big Bad Sex Offender.

Look. Kids.

If I could've swiped your underwear or attempted t'jack you off, I would've done so already without you even havin' th' chance to talk my fuckin' ear off for it.

Speakin' 'bout underwears an' yelpin' puppies.

Ino. Th' next time someone swipes/smells/eat/photos your god damn underwear, I won't be there t'give a shit 'bout it.

I should get fuckin' paid for this, I really should.

English alphabet practice:

A stands for Team Alpha - lucky asses in beds an' showers.

B stands for Team Beta - bitchiest team alive with no regards or knowledge of personal fuckin' spaces.

C stands for Coffee - which if not scrounged durin' personal mission by 0700, I swear there'll be E Coli on th' loose.

English lessons over. Anyone wants to be useful, come find me in th' firin' range.

I could use th' help.