Yeah this is the gives no fuck blog section. You had me what five years? Well countin blood into fucking blog you did. So yeah you know shit gets crucial. You fing something you like and you talk that shit to death then you bring it back to life again. Then you have company over and you ask if they think pussy should be on the menu...and they leave. They tell everyone what a monster you are...but they didn't even open the fridge to see your cock and balls sticking out of the jello.
I mean life's a fucking flash dance, I'm getting older and I dont like to dance. I just want another shot to be the man, and not lazy this time. I want to give the bang bus the keys to my car so we can wife swap. My luck though all the women on it are going to be morbidly obese and with small boobs and cottage cheese asses. Nothing smooth its like driving down a gravel road with four flat tires and a razor blade shoved up your ass. Way to go guys. You got me good there.
But what they dont know is I made sure I had some bed bugs brought in from Charlie Sheen's house before I let them take my car out for a spin, and I left some nice heavy fleece blankets in every seat....for her comfort, of course.
So take it with a grain of salt folks...... In the eye with that pencil sticking out.