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....
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.
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.
So yeah Merry fucking Christmas...Xmas...or whatever pajama party piece of eat a shit holiday you want to have. Now I'm not here to down the season...other than the fact my job truly becomes a circus of shit stirring and fecal matter diabetic desert bordering on suicide watch daily...but I digress.....
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