...worth wasting your time on reading this right now. There are better things to do. You could say hi to your mom, hug your dog, or go outside and give a homeless person a quarter. Actually, fuck that. Donate $1000 bucks or some time to the salvation army or some shit. Seriously, there is absolutely nothing going on in the world of entertainment, music, myspace, or some other time-consuming thing that is more important than the human life that you could help right now with a simple, "Mom, I miss you" or "Hey Bob, you're a really neat person." Or maybe you could do that thing your kid has been telling you to do for so long, or buy your significant other that pony. I dunno. Shit. YOU think of something to do. I'm not the boss of you.
I'm too busy thinking about how the government is aligned with major drug companies to rule the world with allergy medicine. I haven't had allergies this bad, during this time of year, ever. It's a
conspiracy. I'm
serious. "
They're" releasing pollens into the air. Special pollens that they make up in space. Why do you think Bush keeps putting money into NASA?
Duh! "
They're" going to get us. "
They're" already slanging erectal disfunction remedies all over the place. What makes them think they can do this? Shit, just 'cause you put syrup on a shoe, don't make it a pankcake. I know. That last sentence made no sense what so ever, but I heard Samuel L. Jackson say it in
Juice, and damn it if you really think about it... that makes so much sense.
And if you dont believe me maybe you'll believe
Buffo, the world's strongest clown. I mean shit. If we live in a world where there's a
Buffo, c'mon. If you don't believe me, then fuck you world. You're fucked up!
p.s. Thanks for letting me join this blog Mike.
