Sip on this bitch.

Good Afternoon.

I fuckin' hate you, your dog, your family, your mom, your cat, your ugly face, your blawg.

Quit playin' games with my blawg, my blawg, my blawg.

Today,

I'm gonna stick my thumb up my ass, literally, and do nothing for the day while wearing my wonderful red robe.

Oh god.

Readin' this must be so fulfilling for you. You're getting a little peak into my life. My mundane crap shithole of a life, just like the rest of the 6 billion people out there... united in nothingness. Am I being to cynical here? Nah. Cynicism is realism. Realism is shitism. Shitism is... no clue where I'm going with this but:

Remember kids,

Fuck yr MOM.

Straight, no blawgs.

So it begins.

It seems like another life.

Another new gay blawg on the block.

Are you reading? Shit, you must be very bored.

Listen... blawgs are for idiots. Half of you bloggers have nothing to say and the sites you introduce are completely dumb. But the other half... you guys are way tooo coolll to be blawgin'.

I was readin' this one gurl's blawg, it was about her life. It was terribly funny because her life was terribly meaningless. That's right.. I said it Bloggers... YOUR LIFE IS MEANINGLESS ALONG WITH YOUR BLAWGS.

I mean thats why it's called a blog! It says absolutely nothing about anything.. it's empty bullsiht.. it's a blawg. Ass.

Fuck yr MOM.