That could get a little recognition out here...but I think Jackass already did that shit about thirty seven times....just in different car's. Same shit same trick....different look. Like when you take a girl home who gives you a different name and dyes her hair...and claim it's one more for the bedpost. Yeah we don't call ya on it. But we know. Oh. We fucking know.
Anyways, I wonder how many profound things I can supposedly rant on here today....I have heard that I rant on everything. A slice of pizza, nuclear war, that fucking dandelion I tried to eat a child. In my defense I just wondered what that texture tasted like, not unlike all my detractors and the many dicks they have ate. Or attempted to, since to say they suck dick good would be an insult to anyone that can indeed.....go eat a dick, and succeed.
Then I feel the power of the rant...I try to have a nice bit of Megadeth in the background, on YouTube to mix it up no less. Then I get a fucking ad between every two minutes of song like I'm watching the fucking TV back in the end of the eighties. Fuck cable has commercials ffs. Why the fuck do you pay a provider to watch some shit telling you about dawn dish washing liquid....other than the fact that the petroleum base is good to mix with gas to make a poor mans napalm?
Yeah, this shit is fucked. They let so many commercials through so you will pay that fifteen dollars to play the shit in the background, or have no annoying commercials. Get fucked YouTube. It's not like you and the big G aren't watching us and fucking reading our minds. You can't even think about something without thirty six fucking ads popping up on face book anymore. Oh did you need to go grab toiletries? Here's nintey three different shitty over priced brands for you to try! Oh deodorant? Burning armpits free! Skin cancer included!
I tell you, shit has gotten better and worse....so wouldn't that make it even? It just looks changed, like when you went to the high school reunion and found that hot chick you don't remember named Barbara but it should be Bob Ra since it was the dude that sat behind you in math class, and he "transitioned". Yeah way to go slugger.
Ok Enough ranting. I'm going to sell fucking ad space in them soon. Gotta get paid some how. Maybe then I can turn out and turn up as intended, wife not included. Which I don't have...but you know, if I had one?
Well if I had one I'd have to make sure the trailer was clean for when the cops get there :D