So I lost my key for Microsoft office. I did only pay 9.99 for the full good shit of course...but how I could forget to save that shit? I guess what they say about old age is true....that and the fact that when your old you get ugly too. Hey don't tell me that shit about staying young...you pussy dry and dick soft so grab the gin and blue pills and stop telling me shit I already know folks.
This gonna be one of those get off my yard moments here, that and then the fact I decide to start this and a stranger beats the door....and a bloody hand comes around the corner.....then your like...ok....no not really. But still I don't know why how or when where I came to live in the Texas chainsaw nightmare on elm street the thirteenth of Fridayville but hey. Shit happens when you get old right?
No really that happened. And I was of course the calm old Charleston Heston guy and was like ok lets go see what happened and call someone or clean up...then they ran next door and I guess I became the bad guy for not snapping my fingers and making it all right....since the other neighbor looks at me like I just shot Kurt Cobain. I was like...da fuq.....tha fuck...what the hell...add that in Hank Hills voice.,..but don't sue me Mike......I mean shit we been doing that shit since rednecks discovered beer.
Now I know that didn't make sense...but hey how the fuck do you sit down on vacation and have bloody hands and feet come up on you with strange guys with grey hair saying I didn't do it and assume you live in a quiet neighborhood. Then I forgot my gun too....damn I really am slipping...perfect setup to inspire my children to become Batman and Robin huh?
With that I leave you....and write this on hood ass open office....how I thought the struggle was over....oh and not on my mechanical kb either....shed a tear folks...this is gonna be a long one.....and I don't mean like in the stomach I mean like past the kidneys and out the mouth....
No really that happened. And I was of course the calm old Charleston Heston guy and was like ok lets go see what happened and call someone or clean up...then they ran next door and I guess I became the bad guy for not snapping my fingers and making it all right....since the other neighbor looks at me like I just shot Kurt Cobain. I was like...da fuq.....tha fuck...what the hell...add that in Hank Hills voice.,..but don't sue me Mike......I mean shit we been doing that shit since rednecks discovered beer.
Now I know that didn't make sense...but hey how the fuck do you sit down on vacation and have bloody hands and feet come up on you with strange guys with grey hair saying I didn't do it and assume you live in a quiet neighborhood. Then I forgot my gun too....damn I really am slipping...perfect setup to inspire my children to become Batman and Robin huh?
With that I leave you....and write this on hood ass open office....how I thought the struggle was over....oh and not on my mechanical kb either....shed a tear folks...this is gonna be a long one.....and I don't mean like in the stomach I mean like past the kidneys and out the mouth....
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