or maybe Im like the vet you see on the corner with a skateboard that's talkin about how John Wayne shot Tupac or how we the people were born in a pet cemetery relying on fishing in winter with a pantyhose turd dildo to coddle the masses. I don't know I try not to rely on mob mentality to deal with the cyst that is life and no I do not believe that life is what you make it. I would say I will look through the eyes of others but its hard. Why you ask? Because they are so fucking crossed from sucking dick that's why, its a cyclops trying to see through a glass eye. So keep your Ittis for the reruns of Home improvement and call me the White Samuel Jackson or a Nihilist because like you keep hearing in white rap I just don't give a fuck.

Trying to keep the kids off porn. Its like a crusade I mean I didn't get to view much porno when I was a teenager...its was good ole imagination which is why that presex sex life sucked so bad in my household and I wasn't into jacking off in front of a room full of guys when they did reveal they had a library of porn hidden under the couch. Luckily my parents did not partake of any stardom, at least to my knowledge thank god. Still could be a good scare tactic unless your kid goes looking for it because they are already cynical or sick enough to just say fuck it and shock their systems worse than a crack induced stroke. But alas, porn or drugs and alcohol....porn or pregnancy.....porn or search warrants and life sentences....is porn all that bad for teenagers? I think it tends to help since a busy hand isn't stealing, and if he's wore it out whuppin it he's got less reason to stick the girl next door with it. I don't know I'm not trying to be sick kinda just wondering....since so many kid's seem to get pregnant now....maybe porn does have a purpose just not for adults as much as they lead you to believe. Don't give it to em though, never. That's just criminal. Seriously, make them sneak and get it or learn to Google pron or daisy Eor or Mario anything you type will get a porn result if you try hard enough. The thing is too, I seriously didn't even need real porn when I was a teenager....just a good ole cleavage shot did the trick back then....as you get older naturally like anything you need more and more till finally the only porn that works is a woman having sex with fifteen aliens in captain kirk mask with planet of the apes gloves on...but I digress I have yet to come to that point in my career. So that's your thought for the day....maybe debate for a college paper, you will fail no doubt but isn't that what life's all about? Cause if not then I don't know why i keep living.....

This blog brought to you by CandyCorn.....it taste so bad I cant get enough...it taste kinda like the after vomit taste espeacially the new christmas? or whatever kind....damn your captain candycorn and your christmas crack....

Now who the fuck goes into a public restroom and says "Oh, a Snickers" and eats it? If you do you seriously need to stick your head in the oven right now. Now look what you have done you got me all sidetracked thinking about turds and ovens again. That's in an old blog in case you are uniformed....and not a pleasant thought...its kind of like booking a clown for your twelve year olds party and having pogo show up.....unless it's a girl its not gonna be a happy birthday for ole junior. I don't even think Lysol would get rid of that fucking smell matter of fact, and what if...this is gonna sound bad....but its an honest question. What if it smelled good? Like a brownie or something? I wouldn't eat it so don't even ask my opinion, I wouldn't put a fucking turn in my oven to begin with but would certainly not entertain any thought of it being edible. I wouldn't even admit it smelled like brownies or chocolate cake...fuck I wouldn't even mention I had one in the oven id probably hire some gypsies to clean that shit out of there and when they were done....close the door behind them.......just kidding...but I bet you were like "Omfg I knew he was a Nazi! Motherfucking antisemitic motherfucking baby killing bastard" No sorry fucker's that come here to believe I write this shit because I have some kind of deficient brain or train of thought, sometimes I get one in there that's just too good to pass up. So why don't you go grab crystal ball and bandana then clean my oven as an apology?


This Blog brought to you by the color Fuchsia. Yes we are doing colors now Jew dont get your dradle in a wad honkey. See it's fun with racism week on the learner anex......and I helped :D

Now I don't even care, though I do miss being able to enjoy not doing anything but playing a game accomplishing my goal and moving on. But those days seem long gone since people realized....retarded people will spend money and their entire lives on your game...even get married on it. I mean come the fuck on people you know that bitch you married? Its a dude with a beard and a fucking strap on, probably rubbing it on his own cock when your at the ceremony. Get real for fucks sake. I cant say I wont play another game, though I want something I can accomplish in at my own pace, like Diablo II. I could come in run twenty thousand bosses get some good shit and call it a day, or just not get on and be none the worse for wear. These other games? Don't log in one fucking day and your out the furry club or some shit. Maybe they make you take it up the ass from herpes mouth fungus dingleberry clown, I don't know. All i know is you see a detriment for taking a real world day and that shit's ridiculous. Go have a beer, have some sex, smoke a cigarette and look out at the horizon, don't drink a potion, marry a guy named Grover and look out at Dracula s castle from your flaming monkey mount. Put the mouse down, eat a vegetable, try something human not agoraphobic homage to xenophobia, whats your name Ridley Scott because a Prometheus you most fucking certainly are not. Just try it for once and see, I bet if you go to a bar talk shit to a bad bitch....or in most "Gamer's" cases any bitch...have her go home with you or...to mommies basement with you and I bet you feel better than slaying the big bad wolf for the eight thousandth time. That or get fucked cause your wasting my air breathing, so please eat more and die faster, we need the space.

I came to just throw out a few for those that don't know me, or my blogs by now. I want them to get into it real deep like the fingers they dig in their ass to nose lives with, cause if they don't like this they must be gay because they fuck themselves all the time. They should tell their women if they indeed have them...and only women that i got some birthday cake dick for em cause that shits so good. This is the vicious high friction uranium rich viscosity that causes atrocity with nerve damage from bashing your little hands on the mouse at that big X when you run into my name on a blog. Or was that when you threw yourself down the stairs cause you realized your mom only kept getting pregnant cause she didn't swallow? Or is it cause your girl friend cant say shit since she looks like lady gaga with a sawed off stuck up her ass waiting to blow? Pointing fingers at me? I'm shocked you can keep em out your asshole long enough to even smell the stink so before you decide to talk remember the only fame you'll ever have, is What i give you.

A fucking chud has more sentiment in his daily routine than going this route, and remember no friends and I can attest to this...no help when you have a baby or get married.  Yeah been there done that have a baby with no shower.....see how much of your meager savings all that greed went into holds up.  Same for a wedding with no one to shoulder any of the near infinitesimal amount of mindlessness she will no doubt want.  Oh the lion from Narnia?  Sure why not...flying monkeys out of the wizard of oz?  Charge it....I could go on and on but I'm sure I am treading dangerously close water to downed electrical lines as it is.  Also I think this has encompassed my big Dr. Ruth revelations even if it does not equate to a "couple of things".  Also if you disagree or don't like this, me or any of my associations Please promptly go eat some battery acid and suffer a failed shotgun suicide.  I hope that helps you sleep at night knowing how little I think of what your feeble rage at my words will do to my state of mind or feeling.  So if your impotent get some Viagra and if the bitch aint got friends or family ties lay it down cause that cows spittin out sour milk and if your smart you'll learn to be lactose intolerant.

Speaking of vacation...why have I never had a psycho holiday like Pantera talked about.....I mean I've had some moments but in the scheme of things what the fuck is a moment...a metal band with a buxxom blonde singer that sounds kind of like kse....but thats beside the point.  Where is my hangover style excursion into a strange land where you wake up missing teeth with a cock ring and a sixty three year old bride who wakes you up riding on a donkey you wont at the state fair after arm wrestling a spider monkey.  I'm getting old FFS I got like twenty kids now...shits not gonna be up to fashion here in a couple of years....shit probably isn't now but that's why god gave us alcohol....to compensate for the pains of reality.  It's a vital part of any holiday or reality bending magic carpet ride into Baghdad with an rps and pack of magnums.  If you haven't...you should try it.  It cures what ails you if you find the right combo....makes your dick bigger, makes you fuck better, fight better, sing better, makes you smarter...shit it's the fountain of youth.  It'll cure what ails ya.  Now if any of the manufacturers of this miracle medicine would like to sponsor this or any of my blogs....and throw in some product for testing I would be more than glad to include your product in my images on this blog, at work...in jail...driving......dying......you name it you got it for a small contribution of course.
This blog not brought to you by anyone until someone gets out the fucking check book or sends me a money order, blow jobs dont hurt either.......

It's a twisted world that really needs to get a check in on reality when logging  time on a mobile device becomes more acceptable than interaction with real people, wives, children.....your favorite dildo .  I suppose it all comes down to the fact that the game is managing to fail at failing because to fail you have to try which is impossible when your fans are calling.  But we all know wet dreams are better than masturbation and pics on tumblr beat blowjobs and pussy all day, like a social vampire sucking America dry they are what is driving the world we know today.  I say fuck it shut the social media off for a week and watch Darwinism at its finest. 
See how many starve without being able to point and click, or tap and text.  Oh and if you comment on me blogging?  I do this for entertainment I write em offline, I've done this as a hobby for years, and this is more explanation than any motherfucker asking deserves.  I don't live my life to be connected, Id rather connect my lips with a good beer and my dick with something fire than type on a keyboard and jack off my imagination all day.   Also if you think this is for you, you probably think too highly of yourself or spend too much fucking time doing just what I was talking about.  If your still offended come see me I'm not hard to find and I got plenty of reality to share with punk motherfuckers that think rollin a dice will save their life.

This blog brought to you by the letter "Y" like "why the fuck dont you just buy a hooker".