I said no blog. But hey...do you get this about blank shit a lot? I do and I want to kill when I do. Ie does is so much you would think they take an intro-venial aids injection straight from the dick.
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So you caught the part where I said I was going to make a post. Yeah and you reek of stale cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap.....scotch. Me? No I reek of good scotch. Now I would say you can all blow me for dragging me out to do a post about nothing....but if you aint lettin a nip slip I aint gonna untuck and let you gives no fucks. Yeah. Its that kinda party and I left an imprint in the mashed potatoes, lets just say they are of the extra creamy variety now.
So schools out...for summer, for ever what the fuck ever...and that kid down the street named jimmy's one of the x-men. Yeah he got his dick cut and tucked and likes to get butt fucked but who knew......well probably everyone at that club with a big Rainbow Brite neon and a mug shot of Mookie...
Well nearly two years in and I stopped reading like all the comics I lauded as being genius and creative....well if I did, though I forgot by now since Its either turrets Alzheimer's or schizophrenia, maybe all of em are making a tag team like the dream team to finally bring me to an end....
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