Ya you know I wanna say that I'm going to make this a nice blog....reminiscent of a classic song like He stopped loving her today. Yeah its a good song so fuck you if you don't like George Jones, that shit was intense. Now if I wrote it you know it would go he stopped fucking her today....and why? Cause he got a new bitch of course, not he turned gay today...that would probably be a muck sticky track, because hes so full of wishful thinking. Oh yeah and this is round two...volume two or whatever you want to call this blunt force trauma...
So here we are....again. How the fuck do we keep coming here? And why? Is it that you like post mortem rape and torture? Or is it that you come to see me talk about things I have no idea about and piss people like El Santo off?
Yeah I said it El Santo, tiauana mamma or whatever your donkey lover name is. I saw one of your blogs? Reviews? Shit spewing diareahh infestations of pandemic swine flu or whatever passes in your circle jerk for written wit. This guy digresses, in a cunning and covert way never mentioning it of course, more than I do if that is even possible. He also wants to be a fucking luchadore, but I think he's mixed up cause he thought it was dog butthole more or some other such beastiality incognito term.
Ya ever think about those starving genius types....going hungry because they don't have enough brain power to fuel that huge mega ego they never earned. Oh and don't really have as all they have is nothing and some know it which makes it even more ironic how they view the image in the mirror. Take your connections, games, toys whatever bullshit supposedly limits your time so much you cant find a creative output....cause you know I win at a game isn't like making something that will get your recognized by people, argue it with me that's fine, some jack offs in a virtual world liked what you did....its about as profound a sense of achievement as fucking a whore unprotected and coming out without something you need a shot or a bullet to take care of. Yeah this is a little bit of a rant but fuck it, its been a while hasn't it?
Oh So here it is....a re dedication to sex education you thought I forgot that shit? But whoda fucking thunk I'd come in off schedule and do dedications? Yeah like fornication's in the infrared you don't have to get this shit....I do what I do so you can sleep better at night....no not because I'm batman....maybe a little fat there man but that's a touche subject so lets let it lie...and let the mescaline fly fuck it its like a party.
I wonder, I do, if the world had thought ah like dc he hit the new new 52 and decided to call it a decade. Well no I didn't and that kind of conspiracy is just the kind of shit that keeps me spitting like Shatner and Dick Rambone all over your lcd or for most of these readers crt and calzone. Call me bored color me red, green or purple with beige polka dots I don't give a fuck, but before you defile my complexion with your color blind gauno sticks. So fellatiate, emaciate and imagine this....no not really I just wanted to rhythm something to feel like a famous rapper even though I couldn't say three words back to back without stuttering worse than billy Bob Thornton riding a lawnmower on a lunar rover mission with Angelina jollies favorite strap on hooked to a breathing tube stuck in his ass.
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