Good Morning ya dillweeds...I have a headache that's pretty much had taken over my life...so, all I've done is lived out of a storage unit for 7 months, wrote death threats to Dolph Scott the producer of "Storage Wars," dusted my Franklin Mint commemorative "Happy Days" plate set, legally changed my name to "Potsie," tried to crack Giuliana Rancic's head open, realized it was not an acorn, ate some canned peach's in light syrup, did some woodwork, made a sign that says "Friday's Comin', beat Colin Farrell's ass for wearing a wool cap in August, ate a large wedge of cake from the fair and made a pinwheel.
•On Twitter there is a "Black Stewie." I have a hard time with this because "Black Stewie" isn't the least bit funny...to be honest it's a little too racist for my taste...What makes "Black Stewie" even worse is that people actually follow this unfunny jackhole. Racist ass, unfunny waste. Fuck you "Black Stewie." Fuck you and your completely unfunny "Tweets."
•I don't understand the song "She thinks my tractors sexy." What backwoods, inbred, sister kissing assfuck actually finds a tractor sexy? The name John Deere just oozes sex.
That might have been the hardest sentence I've ever had to type.
•Sometimes. Sometimes I feel like I could kick a small child.
•I totally crack up at the drug "Angel Dust." Really? Who in the hell came up with this name? Angel Dust.
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