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.
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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.
What do you do when you cant trust your crew? Or when you dodo it turns red and smells like a watermelon blow job over at the abortion clinic? Why you come here to read this blog....and send you spam monkey bullshit Korean shit eaters over here to blow my head up like a tranny enjoying a doctored up San Francisco treat as I retreat back to my domicile of decay.
OK so I'm going to go out on a limb here...and hang from it. Fuck it you need a shock right? Am I right? Or what you said? Wait no its what I said and its fuck it again. I'm watching this video with cold play....he's pretty fucking gay I know, but its got Rhianna in it...and I want to say she isn't hot...but she just has this way of being bad in most of the shit I have seen her in...admittedly that is a small amount but hey...when does a man need a lot of exposure to say that bitch is bad? It can be a glance which usually shows you more than is true since indeed...your bitch ain't bad or certainly is not good.
Dee Snider up in this bitch, panty hose and rhino shit for the masses I'm gonna wax fantastic all up in this motherfucker. Doesn't that sound like some kinda drunk shit you would say while dressing like Micheal Phelps smoking a crack rock and reading the bible? I was rockin out watching some old comedy....rockin out? Hmm rock out with your cock out? The nineties called.....fuck it whatever dicks and dildo death for all how about that one nineties?
You ever feel like your just sitting there...taking shits on yourself all the time? Not gonna even bother wiping since your life fucking stinks like thirty three dead bodies in a sauna already anyways? Then you start to do that thing.....you mature somewhat again anyways...even if your like forty...and think, wait a minute. Why the fuck am I sitting here shitting on myself when all I gotta do is take some initiative and get a fucking diaper? Well, you get the point if you have been with us these last years....the diaper is initiative for those that shit themselves then eat it....and are not following the logic...get some food stamps for fucks sake you smell like shit.
Just for the yucks I come here and say words like oddie rhino plasty nermol neurotic fucks and spaghetti shit stain and tide flavor sucks. But that's why everyone comes here isnt? LIke two people a year come here to get traumatized and lobotomized listening to me lament about a life that isn't warped enough to get a check and not bad enough to go all Cobain. Maybe I just bitch a lot, but if i do it you don't have to....and the shit I say is like a lesson in perspective...one that most people would never let you learn. See I bring this shit real between the lines, like a married woman between the sheets I'm like a guilty pleasure, that cucumber that keeps her cumming....a diesel that's just blastin the ozone with oil like a shit stain on the world...its so big and so bad the aliens wont come to sodomize you so you can stick a dollar in my stocking for that like your name was Satan...er Santa.
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.
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.
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