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.
I think I've lost a blog for this volume...or three two five ninety two. Fuck. And I come here and lament how hard this volume has been to get out and I lose one? What the fuck is that.
So a blonde comes into work today.....tall big boobs.....that figure...and I'm like....why did that woman just get a twitch of my eye? Well as always as men we forget that we have innate built in wants and attractions.
In The Know
I haven't been writing in a while. Truth be told....here of all places...I know....have gotten behind with these but you know what I say about that? Fuck it. This is my playground, I used to pull em out like an image founder turned Robert Kirkman minus the dick envy and Grisly Adams strap on. Now I'm back to being subtle and trying to get some things in order.....kind of like I have time but not time to do it.
Back again to trustfully expose me, like some kind of con man with bad products or a writer without a thought. Not a block no, just no idea what the fuck should go down on this page. Probably like a mother in law at sizzler. Well except I thought I had an idea for this spot but it got lost in space like that invalid Will Robinson and his child molesting robot side kick.
Round and Round
You ever see a picture like on face book or anywhere really and think...man that girl (boy if your a lady or mac) is really attractive? Then you see four more pics and your like....yeah Ok so they are photogenic on Mondays.
Seminal breathing exercise as you sext your ex ti tential ex perforated lab partner. Yeah I know Ive been way too angry this time around...so lets cut this shit with some load of shit words I thought...and there you have it. How about I start using the desperate cry for help space here?
Ever wonder why you dont just break down and cry while slashing your wrist listening to the first six am album....also wondering during your suicide how all the acclaim went over to Nikki Six.....yeah all you did was play the bass? Again? Really? Did you write the words? Or did the guns part of guns and roses you hired on do all that too....I mean the album was pretty good, seriously...but share the lime light man who do you think you are mountain dew?
Your Saint For Suicide as seen on your T.V.