The times they are a changing. Yeah you know they are, its sad for guys and gals my age though. I think it took our grandparents to see any major renovations to the American dream and the way we do things. For use, I think we have seen the trauma like a blunt instrument to our heads akin to the sixties cultural shock followed by eighties punk rock...which of course must have scared our grandparents more than Satan in church on Saturday.
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I dont know.....I wouldn't say I'm a total wreak...would you? You would? The fuck you know then....with your silicone boner and fake watermelon titties.....looking all like revenge of the nerds and the Goonies had a baby and shit. Wait. Did this one start with some kind of normal question and spiral into some ranting insult laden asphyxiation that I call American history class x?
Probably, but that's why we come here. So I know here I may have made some of you sensitive types all sad or a gasp...not just by my vocabulary or my involuntary movement toward any kind of sane or plausible content...well not in the last year or two anyways....but then you know I dont care and I know if your here you dont either...or more appropriately put...dont give a fuck shit duck dick or shit fuck care in the world here.
I would say guess who's back but then you'd think I was Eminem or that guy with a ski mask that rapes you with a spiked hammer. No I wont proclaim or exclaim that since like Dahmer I'm all up in here like a broom stick in Little Jesus' hands.
Well look at you. Back for a new year...still not dead yet? Oh and amazing I wrote a new one? Yes, yes it is. And that's a two fer for your refer smoking enjoyment. More excrement for excitement till I find my muse like Micheal Meyers when he goes knife shopping.
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