Wizerd

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.

So I was at work today and a woman came in proclaiming how her...husband...man or the devil beside her, was in some kind of foul mood and why do men get in said moods.  I was tempted to say because you came home....but I didn't say anything.  She went on to say she could use drugs....not just the beers she had...I was thinking....I bet he could too.  But again the better part of my wonderful personality prevents me from pointing such things as this out.

I mean the guy's had rough times....and he is like sixty five with a woman that's like twenty...so of course he gets in bad moods.  Specially when the mail man doesn't make it in with his little blue pill, since then he thinks some guy down the street is putting the old Charles Bronson down on his old lady.  No if they are I cant say, though if she ask me about advice in love then surely God already did a Chuck Norris on her brain...spin kick style.  

Also I feel I need to write some books, its the whole get rich while you die trying to orgasm to some interracial midget donkey porn.  Damned if you do damned if you dont.  That and you know I must share my vision with the rest of the fine world......and on that note, like Dark Man after he got caught watching Vegita in the bathroom....I am all fucking out this motherfucker...and shit....or something...fuck it go eat a donut.....and get some beer....