So you know I see all these messages and appreciations of the holidays. I start to think about everything I should be thankful for. Then I think of how shitty my day was. I think of how difficult the cultivation of the dream of America and a happy hard working life is. You say goodwill towards men....then there is me.
So. Times are tough. I didn't contemplate suicide I actually quit my slow killer addictions, and started eating healthy, less shaved pussy more organic the kind of stuff that still has the hair on it. Yes That must be nice I know...and I bet you come here now to say oh he dropped off he's just boring now bro....what the fuck happened to him. Time and slavery happened motherfuckers, you should try it sometimes and not in some homage to El James and the fat bitch episiotomy club she's the president of either. Maybe you should go watch some Ellen reading that shit with a bdsm mask on while she drills a tied up Chevy chase in the asshole with an antibiotic enema. Run Fletch....RUN.
Its time for some good ole TGIF, kidnapping and parties…lets get out there and do some blackout like our name was Tupac and this is a shout out to biggie Smallz bitches. Yeah I know you need me to get all dub step on your ass maybe I should invite Katey perry over so she can turn me down and not suck my dick but that’s the way of the day and this is evolution…you know you want to its like a face fuck with a willing rape by an alien with a John Holmes dildo…and hes takin you to the show and he forgot his pants this time, butt plugz and green party dresses and all.
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