So I should be going to bed. But I'm on fire like the human torch…not gay flaming with blonde hair but I do have a huge…..So I'm trying to come here and chill and congeal some shit for you guys to take home and roll around on. Kinda trying to find what made me blog in the first place…no I'm lying that was alcohol and multiple sexual partners in multiple positions in public but I'm going to give it some shots this time around when I re up yo asses. Its not just for drugs anymore people, I don’t even need fucking drugs to come here and do this shit. I would damn well dare say…I'm a professional on this shit now.
The Costanza Method
How do you come out and say....FUCK YOU when your looking in the mirror? How about you get drunk and take a stroll down memory lane. That's a good start right there boy...add in a Jed Clampet accent for that one. Its like that abyss batman talked about not blinking at and your digging through that shit like its a colostomy bag and you lost your car keys in it. Fuck it if you want it just put in jigsaws voice but he isn’t interested in playing a game. He's got an ak47 stuff full of dildos that came out of Courtney Loves toy chest, and he's got it retrofitted with a laser scope this time.
Sometimes You Wonder..........
You ever wonder what you would do if you had like a billion dollars? I wonder if I said that before. I probably did though huh? If I did then by all means do dig it up and cntl c it then cntl v it to me here__________. If not then go fuck yourself for wasting my time making me think I may well have had a moment of striking amnesia....that or I was trying to be a stand up comedian since all those bastards recycle the same act....so much your swear they were an extreme metal band like as faceless job for a black cowboy sounds.....wait was that right? Who cares the shit smells the same and its lame as when you get a horse with a broken leg for you fourteenth birthday...and they shoot it....and then you have a BBQ......yeah stick that one in you meth pipe and smoke it.
I Got Heart
So I have a confession everyone. I start blogs with the word So too much. Yeah I know. And I probably write too many of them in one day when I'm on the kick of one kind of shit too but hey its what you do and what I do and what I do is better, cause I'm the best the is was and every will be....wait am I channeling Bret Hart...no wait he's not dead yet....just a stroke victim that still wrastles...with the demons or barbiturate addiction and anal fixation on the darkness...yeah he loves black women that go to tanning beds. Hell I cant blame him I'm fond of em too, caramel to dark chocolate its all sweet to me....that's for another time though. I'm here to make this shit harder than peter north this time without the whole power bottom thing though...I don't think it pays that well does it Pete? I mean women run from this guys dick....he's an inspiration to every would be porn star out there...liftin weights with his dick and shit.
About The Author
Your Saint For Suicide as seen on Blood Into Blog.