So its been a while since I have sat down to blast out a blog. Like a frog up your ass or your face on the side of a log after a water fight turned in to Texas chainsaw massacre night in the trailer park I have returned. Yeah. With a lot of pent up FUCK YOU'S and no excuses for all the same fucking blame I get all the time. Even when I didn't do it, I have to be the crazy one and the fuck you guy. Ever stop to cash in your dirty fucking laundry chips on that one to see just who might be guilty of making things like that happen? Yeah. Grab a mirror and before it breaks.....or before you decide it best to slay the beast you see before you with a load of buck shot to the mouth of the hippo mortise monster......take a look.
Its time for a serious bender....a meta fucking uber life ender up in this bitch. You thought the rhythm and blues were over and Id never rhythm again? Well I cant rap so fuck you this is as close as you get. Maybe I say the same shit thirty times a week on here...maybe I shatter souls like I was a shoe selling serial killer with a rape record and a scalpel taped to the the inside of my thigh....to stick in your eye listen to that black hole of a heart stop plotting and planning as you die....wait.....
How do you begin...with so I was, so did you ever...have you ever...what do you...Yeah I probably use a lot of that. And and. Yes I dont give a fuck about English people I'm a fucking American and you know what? America won over the English so we get to fuck their women and their language. I mean look what we did to tea. No milk and cookies with that shit, its ice cold and got lemons in it.
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