Well Mine is too. As I write it....and I'm sorry if the world has to take a back seat to catch up to my way back machine.
Oh, and they have like twenty writers. Multi ethnic tri sexual, I was probed by an alien at prom writers. They also fall the fuck off too, worse than I ever have, worse than my next years blog that will be done next week and see six years from Christmas....so get out the toe tags for all those shows you thought you know, since those writers fresh and full of Massengill will too one day move on. I mean can you write the Simpsons for twenty five years and still be funny?
Fuck no man.
You go write someCSI and kill the population of china every month, and be all gripping and serious and shit. Smelly shit...like that mudd that looks like shit? Yeah that and really if it gets on something you wonder...did someone actually shit in this? I'm like, what the fuck man this mudd really smells like shit and even has that green color to it...wait was that a peanut? Omfg someone shat in the mudd, and you ate some of it? Man mudds not dirt mudd comes out of some infectious typhoid Mary bitch's butt down here, buyer beware.
So with those admissions of guilt I'm out of here like OJ after he got approved for a new loan at the ford dealership. Ill see you guys soon though no worries like an episode of mystery on PBS, the mystery being how the fuck you still manage to show up here every week and not kill yourself or at least cut off a finger or toe....