Its about that time again...time to go to bed to get up and do the same mindless random annoying bullshit for another week. I really do wish I were famous so I could take months off at a time to donate to...bettering myself, or what the fuck ever kind of coverup scam they run these days. Maybe I will helping some hobo's in a soup kitchen or something, when In reality I will probably be laying on my couch drinking beer watching some form of TV...reality or cartoons I'm not sure which both will rot your brains rape you then make you eat a deep fried banana with some unknown brown sprinkles on it.
I should be a superstar but cant be bothered with time effort or the whole obligatory be gay for at least three years thing that you have to through in Hollywood. I mean its like a deal with the devil....he can call it in at any time I mean perry mason was like ninety and had to go be all gay and shit...then there's Eddie Murphy John Travolta and tom cruise, carrot top...Tom Greene how the fuck are some of the guys...or were they famous? Had to be like super gay for that shit talkin like reliving that scene from nightmare on elm street where the nun gets locked in the asylum level of pounding. Def gonna have to take a rain check on that....maybe I could have been a rock star but I decided not to do heroin back in high school...stab my eyes I shoulda taken up that needle id be off the chart's rich or dead now....dead and richer look at Mj...they say the motherfuckers broke...he gets killt by the black Kevorkian and makes like fifty billion dollars in a year. Maybe I should have just got molested by him...then you can be famous, tragic...do drugs and shit you'd have it all. Unless your names Macaulay Culkin in which case you suck on dicks to get the drugs free then you go work at burger king part time to pay off your ski mask glory hole addiction. Hmm seems all this famous talk has gotten me repeating things I already told you...if you were reading my shit back in they day.....before I lost the thousand yard stare and shaved the beard....before I found out that this was as good as it gets...before I shit in a Chinese take out bag and sent it to the president and subsequently found out what happened to Guantanamo Bay...before I took up lying as a form of self defense and monetary gain..much like the prostitutes you now doubt just finished pouring gasoline on....before realizing you have forgotten your matches...for shame...at least you remembered your james smith mask....and with that I leave you for another week ladies...gentlemen...intelligent simian bipedal would be conquerors of the near future. This blog has been brought to you by triangle piercings and the j dubs its whats for brunch.