Yeah I know, every title I have written in the last what....ten years is some strange acronym or some fucked up spelling of what it is. Sue me. No really don't....I ain't go no fucking money...and I ain't gonna pay you anyways. With that out of the way...on to today's letter of the day!
0 Comments
I know it’s been a week, I also know you probably don’t know who Ed Piskor is, or you don’t give two shits. I can’t say I was some huge fan of his work, his personality, nor did I know anything about him outside his YouTube channel with Jim Rugg. I do know some bullshit resulted in the I suppose pc term now hitting as “Self Deletion”. Hey new words don’t make ya sound smart folks....sounds like your reaching, like around, but no one here want’s that reach around.
How many times do you look in the mirror….and see all those lines…getting clearer? Wait….isn’t that from a song? Yeah it is…or some such lip synced lyric to those effects. I put that there because I don’t have that many lines on my face.....
Here we are. Back again….Like acne, or a staph infection. Nothing new, but not something you wanna talk to your friends and family about.
Good thing I be’s a doctor though eh? Car talk? Naw. Not right now, even though I have a couple and I bet they are better than yours. No, this is the after school special where I talk address some shit you heard since…shit. Since you first got
Caught looking at dirty pictures, lies, threw rocks at the dog, drown the cat, or pulled on your wiener. The best thing you can hear…..spaghetti tonight! The worst part of it though? Can you cook it? That ladies is a mans worst nightmare. Well, ok to be fair one of many worst nightmares, but I’m sure we have had plenty of those moments here. Why is he on here rambling about spaghetti you say? Who the fuck cares?! Who cares about anything you ever read here? Oh, I forgot….you are a bastion of intellect that only comes here to wax poetic about your superiority. Gotcha, sorry for the mistake boss!
Yeah, did I ever tell you how much I hate marshmallows? Rice crispies get a pass, hard pass but they are at least edible. They don’t cause scanners head explosive reactions, but don’t really get my dick hard either. Now with that said, I especially hate Lucky Charms. Nothing good comes from a Leprechaun. Them mf’s carry bed bugs, shake babies, drown puppies, and have a needle they shared with Charlie Sheen on hand at all times.
By this point…I know I am reaching the mid point in life (maybe 60% done who
the fuck knows….I’m not a doctor.) You ever get in a bad spot in life? Start drinking….and just sit in the dark with some music, and think man this is therapeutic. Then one day ya get a bunch of shrooms. You grind em up, put some lemon juice on em and take em. Nice! I don’t feel like warmed over dog dick after it got squeezed out of a turds ass!
So I got up today to pour myself a drink. And ya know what? The bottle was empty.
I mean I know I showed up to work pretty lit the other day but I thought, man I'm getting old. Na, you drank 85% of that bottle buddy. Didn’t get sucked or fucked but ya got drunk. Like Proper drunk, none of this I'm drunk shit from when you were twenty, this being oh about one forty. |
AuthorSame guy, same blog, higher cost of living and therapy bills. YourSaint back for the next time as seen on T.V! Archives
April 2024
Categories |