So I'm sitting here listening to the Scorpions, yeah some more eighties shit fuck the haters, sipping some Evan Williams Cherry Reserve.  Also this may be the last blog for my beloved Logitech Ultra Thin Illuminated Keyboard, this thing like The bourbon is better than ninety percent of the sex I have ever had....

how about I start this week with a surprise....I'm Asian!  No I lied but you feel for that shit like your name was trapper john md and you joined the cast of mash on the titanic.  Or the cast of friends after a night at Rick Jame's house like that time Scoobie Doo fucked Benji and gave him vd.  This is like a cold shower in the middle of winter with Paula Dean whacking your cock off with some strawberry quick...the powder kind.

Where to begin....how about with Diablo 3.  Yes this is a blog that's been running in Que for quite a while...live with it, maybe it will bring back some seething feeling that you had forgotten and finally convince you shotgun suicide IS the answer.  That or you will read it and say oh I knew that shit, either way. 

Reimagine the way your livin, put yourself in the toilet and the turd in the drivers seat.  Think about that loan you  cant get or that girl that got away.  Think about all the people that think happiness is ignorance because the dont have to worry about shit in a life that just a stones throw from falling down like the tower of Pisa on tickle me Elmo but the punch line is no ones fucking laughing.  Its been too long since you got a good rant, and maybe things have been too good for one, until now. 

Two for one today, like a double barrel lobotomy, so lay back on the table and let Doctor Mengele take a look at that heart...and those lungs.  Maybe with a crowbar, or a spiked spoon line with some n-Butyllithium...yeah that should do just about do it.  Hey don't knock it..what you dont like it?  The fucks wrong with you...and I know you remember Alice tellin ya all about being a teenage Frankenstein, So throw out some thanks, or franks and hit the grill oven or butane pipe....meth compliments of cracker jack johnny and Crocodile Dundee. 

I can probably Google every dysfunction in about an hour, and learn more than ninety percent of the one percentile.  All while fighting erectile difficulty and world hunger.  But that is what some of these interesting articles are about, go read them yourself.  I am not a review blog or site or institution outside the pretense of the Sanitarium.  Twenties style, lobotomy and rubber hose included, free of charge.