So I upgraded my laptop…again. Yeah nothing to distract or any good shit like that…no not a portable pussy with a mouth that bites your fingers as you type either. No fun right? Yeah. Well you just put one hand on the keyboard the other on your dick and you hit them keys. Like a disease or some shit.
Yeah you think, wait. He said like…some shit? What the fuck happened to the stance of the ranting and raving retard bashing madman we have come to know…and probably fantasy *ladies* about his powerful manhood. Well. It has been like five fucking years…Insert LOL…wait not insert…#LOL# swag #Persian chains# Mr. T. Does that start to do it for you? Did I already write all the good shit? Probably. And that shit was volume one. I need to go back read my old shit…and then regurgitate it since its been so long you wont know if I am willfully fucking it up or subliminally roughing it up like my name was Ike and I was managing the Jackson five.
No but really I upgraded this clunker laptop….a couple times, well placed parts…and now its not so much a clunker more like a sleeper…with a speed ball behind the wheel, but since its not a rock star there is no worry about being taken out early…yeah it gets to work to a nasty old age like me.
Old age and nursing home abuse are the two things the good bad and ugly all get to share….I mean turn the other check counts for prison rape too right?
No but really I upgraded this clunker laptop….a couple times, well placed parts…and now its not so much a clunker more like a sleeper…with a speed ball behind the wheel, but since its not a rock star there is no worry about being taken out early…yeah it gets to work to a nasty old age like me.
Old age and nursing home abuse are the two things the good bad and ugly all get to share….I mean turn the other check counts for prison rape too right?