So here we are again. Fifteen years later....wait no? Well the fuck it. However many years later. Here we are again. Still not enough hits for adsense, still not enough crimes for the history books. Floating like a turd in the ether again, writing on the same cracker that somehow didn't digest from last nights clam back spaghetti and ulcer pies.
Yeah, and admittance from me to you...is I said I was "only" going to write this volume on my laptop. The same laptop I bitched about in volume one. Well I got two of those now, same model....not same potential. Like fucking twins and one does anal and swallows...while the other calls doggie style a big adventure.
So I'm back on the ole reliable, my retired keyboard that the beast wraith has been unleashed on again...while I was dozing. So I thought, fuck it why not write on it till it dies. A keyboard to me is like a gun to any other social miscreant you may run awry of.....very very important to choose it correctly.
This one is like my Russian AK.47...though its age has accelerated like it went through a time warp and ended up in the hands of the chud rebellion fighting swamp thing.....it still feels love. As such it will be honored by being interred again until one day its services are need.
Well maybe, or I'll sadly try a new brand. Has to be slim. Women can be big, but my keyboard most certainly cannot. Easy laptop style buttons...like the laptops from the early 2000's, super slim like the thickness of a smartphone...and back lit. Usb ports? macros? Multimedia keys? Who gives a shit?
Yeah Im pure in that fuck the usb anyways shit dont charge your phone or anything...then macros? Why the fuck do I need those on my keyboard....and multimedia can be ok...if I took the time to set up any media in the first place. I mean look at my computer with the seventeen hard drives and three million never accessed files that clutter it up like dead kittens on the set of Mr. Rogers.
Well I suppose that glimpse into my little part of heaven was enough for one week. Tune back in next time for a survey of who wants to see my dick....and if I will really show it.
Also. No Mac. Your vote does NOT count.
So I'm back on the ole reliable, my retired keyboard that the beast wraith has been unleashed on again...while I was dozing. So I thought, fuck it why not write on it till it dies. A keyboard to me is like a gun to any other social miscreant you may run awry of.....very very important to choose it correctly.
This one is like my Russian AK.47...though its age has accelerated like it went through a time warp and ended up in the hands of the chud rebellion fighting swamp thing.....it still feels love. As such it will be honored by being interred again until one day its services are need.
Well maybe, or I'll sadly try a new brand. Has to be slim. Women can be big, but my keyboard most certainly cannot. Easy laptop style buttons...like the laptops from the early 2000's, super slim like the thickness of a smartphone...and back lit. Usb ports? macros? Multimedia keys? Who gives a shit?
Yeah Im pure in that fuck the usb anyways shit dont charge your phone or anything...then macros? Why the fuck do I need those on my keyboard....and multimedia can be ok...if I took the time to set up any media in the first place. I mean look at my computer with the seventeen hard drives and three million never accessed files that clutter it up like dead kittens on the set of Mr. Rogers.
Well I suppose that glimpse into my little part of heaven was enough for one week. Tune back in next time for a survey of who wants to see my dick....and if I will really show it.
Also. No Mac. Your vote does NOT count.
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