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....
Someone decided to haphazardly stick a glass of tea on my desk, kind of like sticking a basket of dirty needles on a baby's mobile. Of course it fell and like Paul Ruebens vomited atrocity and anal lube everywhere, for those of you don't know who that is...your are probably to young to view this blog, but fuck it don't tell anyone if you are cause I need the hits. And don't tell em I said that either....its like the porno site saying if you are not eighteen....just click here...and it redirects you to another mother lover site complete with crystal meth and spiked dildo chimpanzee sex.
Ok so onto the subject at hand since its late as fuck, I had a bad day....which got worse when someone decided to give the grimlens in my life a gun....this Evan Williams was suggested to me today since I like the Red Stag Jim Beam. Yeah and I liked it before Robert James "Bob" Ritchie did fuck so fuck you Kid kill yourself.
Anyways this came as an eye opening cheaper alternative...so I got a cherry coke, and a fith. I put some ice in a glass quarter part EW cherry and the rest cherry coke...and its like busting a ten nuts. This shit makes me want to smoke cigarettes and have marathon sex with women of all shape, size and colors, it makes me worth more than a million dollars, and swells my all dick after midnight terminology about ten times over.
Then you factor in the Scorpions which have a lot of energy for no reason....speacially since they singer was going bald and looked like a low rent Ronnie James Dio, Obligatory R.I.P here for DIo.
But still that kind of music I think is nostalgic for me, and kind of odd since you could get a girl in the room and put it on and they would think....this guy's wierd....or a rapist. Then you take off your clothes, or most of them to really free the beast up and they see that and see Bruce Banner letting the hulk out, well....Id say by this time he's mr. fixit....like she needs to fix it and let him show his full retard. Then BAM you got the Green hulk and she just says fuck it and takes off her clothes too. See how can you be a rapist when all it takes is getting naked and a locked door? You dont MAKE her get naked, its just kind of sublimanal.......like.....hey everyones doing it....why not us?
And this signal says in her rover chased a red ball mind..."well if anything I say I was drinking and he tricked me or he locked the door and said the key was in my pussy and he had to hire dick dug to get it out".....that or some other rubbish excuse of excrement as you no doubt have heard a million times.
So this has ran on but it's let me forget about the problems of today and for that we say FUCK YOU, what you expected thank you? This isnt Tosh.O and Im not a flaming man meat craver in a chief hat like Daniel Tosh, he should hook up with Paulie Shore so they can go fuck each other to death for that I would thank you and hell he could even make a web redemption for the survivor.
This blog was brought to you by a bad day...its the only kind of day, it should have a commercial like the day after pill....or the letter z, who the fuck uses z anyways? Ozzy? Yeah snort another line of fireants there Charlie Sheen and get back to winning.
Ok so onto the subject at hand since its late as fuck, I had a bad day....which got worse when someone decided to give the grimlens in my life a gun....this Evan Williams was suggested to me today since I like the Red Stag Jim Beam. Yeah and I liked it before Robert James "Bob" Ritchie did fuck so fuck you Kid kill yourself.
Anyways this came as an eye opening cheaper alternative...so I got a cherry coke, and a fith. I put some ice in a glass quarter part EW cherry and the rest cherry coke...and its like busting a ten nuts. This shit makes me want to smoke cigarettes and have marathon sex with women of all shape, size and colors, it makes me worth more than a million dollars, and swells my all dick after midnight terminology about ten times over.
Then you factor in the Scorpions which have a lot of energy for no reason....speacially since they singer was going bald and looked like a low rent Ronnie James Dio, Obligatory R.I.P here for DIo.
But still that kind of music I think is nostalgic for me, and kind of odd since you could get a girl in the room and put it on and they would think....this guy's wierd....or a rapist. Then you take off your clothes, or most of them to really free the beast up and they see that and see Bruce Banner letting the hulk out, well....Id say by this time he's mr. fixit....like she needs to fix it and let him show his full retard. Then BAM you got the Green hulk and she just says fuck it and takes off her clothes too. See how can you be a rapist when all it takes is getting naked and a locked door? You dont MAKE her get naked, its just kind of sublimanal.......like.....hey everyones doing it....why not us?
And this signal says in her rover chased a red ball mind..."well if anything I say I was drinking and he tricked me or he locked the door and said the key was in my pussy and he had to hire dick dug to get it out".....that or some other rubbish excuse of excrement as you no doubt have heard a million times.
So this has ran on but it's let me forget about the problems of today and for that we say FUCK YOU, what you expected thank you? This isnt Tosh.O and Im not a flaming man meat craver in a chief hat like Daniel Tosh, he should hook up with Paulie Shore so they can go fuck each other to death for that I would thank you and hell he could even make a web redemption for the survivor.
This blog was brought to you by a bad day...its the only kind of day, it should have a commercial like the day after pill....or the letter z, who the fuck uses z anyways? Ozzy? Yeah snort another line of fireants there Charlie Sheen and get back to winning.
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