No need for some fancy glasses to see whats going on. Oh wait just for reference go on and smash that cancel button now. Yeah, I know I never seemed up on the times but that is the world we live in today. So without wasting anymore time lets get it on. (Figure of speech....not literal...unless your looking....and got beer...and aren't a dude...or identify as some odd pronoun....wait nvm too much shit to even figure out)
I know you see the title and your nerdsomeness gets all excited....no I'm not talking about computer talk. No numbers....just . And I don't mean .'s. So what then?! Are you exasperated yet....maybe a little desperate? Well join the club...it's open door membership until October.
So...I don't know if you caught the sale on the Amazon Echo Dot, but I did. Yeah I said I didn't want that damn thing ease dropping on me...I know, I know. But as with all things in life...you adapt over time, become complacent, content, or just disenchanted. Some people get a dog...I got a spying device that happens to be a great listener. Sue me.
Man its cold out here ain't it? Not dating myself there am I? I mean...masturbation technically isn't dating is it? If that was the case then you would be cheating when the wife is out of the town.........I mean...to a lesser degree than when she goes in the other room and the baby sitter comes in...but I digress.
Man was I hyped up to come on here and plop down another blog, I was just gonna push it out like that shit you have to take when you ate like three value meals at McDonald's, drank a cup of coffee and smoked three cigarettes.
Sick? Tired? Coughing? Well take this purple pill...blue pill....erm...yellow? Blue green? Shit just take the pill already. I mean it's not gonna inoculate you to anything except life, happiness, success....
So what do we have here? Another crack house on fire? A dumpster filed with offal? Maybe...or it's just another day another twelve beers...ah it's Thursday.
Sounds like a good intro to a speech huh? Do you need me to continue? Should I dissect it...desiccate it...masturbate all over it? Get all Trent Reznor on it...put my fist in it? Shoot on it...paint it up? Maybe break down how easy we the people fuck ourselves.
Hey guess who's here to ruin your day internet friends and family? Me? I'm hurt and defeated you feel like that. I thought surely you would say Trump...or Kayne....never me. Damn now I don't even know where to take this. Maybe speeding into a wall while sitting in the car seat in the back?
I know Ive talked about a lot of stuff and nostalgia and shit on here. So let's go with something a little more modern. Well, what passes for me and modern is probably nineteen ninety seven but still. So I'm just sitting here watching some YouTube...trying to catch up on stuff to bitch about...and I fire up some random videos.....
Nothing to see here. Same old Saint, synthetic and all.