So do I even need to go there....about how fail the Mayan calendar was and how right every cynical doubter and vagabond Donner party refuge turned out to be. Yeah we didn't die, shit didn't get real and Santa Clause still broke in and ate the milk and roofies.
Oh and the blog is here now, on this halfassed site I'm working on. So happy new year *the only one your gonna hear from me* go smoke some meth beat your wife and kill yourself because you earned it. Just don't overdue it cause they might not be able to use a defibrillator to bring your ass back if you end up with an eye missing and a John Holmes replica shoved into the socket.....and meth burns when you pee people....and diabetes testing supply's are not for the introduction of methadone into the human body *Mac*. Thats your message for the day, and I hope you stay on to enjoy some of the most down to earth and warm hearted advice since mein kampf.