You know something I fucking hate? Other than people, the police, work, food, rain, happiness, sunshine....intelligent *supposedly* life? People fucking coughing. That's right I get so fucking sick of hearing someone coughing out of their fucking breathing hole like a whale with a golf ball shoved up its ass. QUIT FUCKING SMOKING OR GTFO.
I quit two years ago.
I didn't cough then I dont now. I'm tired of having to lose brain cells hearing these fucking noises that I dont get payed to build a tolerance to. Id rather hear bombs and gun fucking fire coming my way as to hear a hacking phlegm crusted cough every three and half seconds.
With that said I suppose I have broken my bit of a block with yet something else that gives me pause like yelling witch at a bonfire outside a courtroom in Salem. With Oj in the passenger seat no less. And speaking of witches whatever happened to those bitches from that movie the craft? I mean I took a girl home before that looked like Fairuza Balk but hey who didn't in the late nineties? With Linkin Park....wait..no not yet....with...cradle of filth playing on the radio....wait you dont know what that is? Tape player...dubbed copy...or maybe an old school cd with just the print of whats on the disc. None of this high tech burned shit you had to actually know about the band and buy the shit back then.
Now where were we? I dont know. Its been a long time and I'm getting old and grumpy since I'm still not rich. Send me some donations or be forced to watch that guy from rem lose his religion when he gets caught in the back seat of a ninety three blazer with the tranny parade a meth pipe and Eddie Murphys dick in his hand just minus the window tint and rims.
Yeah I went there, dont make me wipe this face off and go all George Lynch on your ass. So tune in next week same time same channel....and bring at least one beer, none of this I thought you had it crap, you pull that again and shit gets really real. I mean like really fucking Mr. Scary really real.
I didn't cough then I dont now. I'm tired of having to lose brain cells hearing these fucking noises that I dont get payed to build a tolerance to. Id rather hear bombs and gun fucking fire coming my way as to hear a hacking phlegm crusted cough every three and half seconds.
With that said I suppose I have broken my bit of a block with yet something else that gives me pause like yelling witch at a bonfire outside a courtroom in Salem. With Oj in the passenger seat no less. And speaking of witches whatever happened to those bitches from that movie the craft? I mean I took a girl home before that looked like Fairuza Balk but hey who didn't in the late nineties? With Linkin Park....wait..no not yet....with...cradle of filth playing on the radio....wait you dont know what that is? Tape player...dubbed copy...or maybe an old school cd with just the print of whats on the disc. None of this high tech burned shit you had to actually know about the band and buy the shit back then.
Now where were we? I dont know. Its been a long time and I'm getting old and grumpy since I'm still not rich. Send me some donations or be forced to watch that guy from rem lose his religion when he gets caught in the back seat of a ninety three blazer with the tranny parade a meth pipe and Eddie Murphys dick in his hand just minus the window tint and rims.
Yeah I went there, dont make me wipe this face off and go all George Lynch on your ass. So tune in next week same time same channel....and bring at least one beer, none of this I thought you had it crap, you pull that again and shit gets really real. I mean like really fucking Mr. Scary really real.
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