Na not really. I just get the fire lit when I have a bad day and come here to take a prolonged shit so heavy it kills the ghoulie in the toilet. I just gotta get the pressure out somehow, and masturbation isn’t good unless you do in front of strangers….I mean you could always get married have kids, get the white picket fence with a dog outside and two car garage.
Then what? You sit back and watch tv till you die?
Or do you become Leatherface? Pay deaf hookers to lick your butthole while a midget fist the Golden Girls? Ok..maybe take the lesser of two evils, put on your Dracula cape, turn off the lights, put on the best thrash metal songs ever and go stick your dick in the internet. I mean it has infinite holes, plot, thot, dot, snot like up the nose hos and Oh it burns. Not just when you pee, like anytime you move, but hey I’m not a doctor…but you might want to call an exorcist.
This is the longest winded going away since that guy on the titanic tricked a bitch into getting naked just so he could fake his own death and be with a dude isn’t it? But you know I’ll be back like crabs. Yeah the ones with knives that stab your butthole when you try to sit down cause you been raw doggin old bag ladies under the overpass again. Not that I would judge you for it, that’s why we live in America…..so they can.
Bad grammar aside I’m going to try to focus on some other things with this grammar stuff, so maybe I can finish some of those ninety five percent complete projects before the apocalypse. Or maybe I will just give in to the American Dream, do drugs eat McDonalds and go to strip clubs to have threesomes all day until my dick falls off.
So, in closing, I hope this blog, site, this festering pool of hot garbage sewer dead kitten heads has at least made you feel somewhat better. Maybe somewhere anyways, but don’t tell anyone that cause then they will have me in court looking like Ted Bundy and shit.