What is up, mother bitches?! I am back on the scene after a hiatus to hang out with Griff and his significantly eviler other (Yeah, I said it. She is a succubus and she stole my homie. Homies over hoes! Do tha homie!
…..Nigga you gay. Anyway, I have missed posting. Sadly I have been busy for the last few days including learning last night why some females don’t deserve air and realizing that Frank Sinatra is the fucking shit. Yeah, as usual I was all over the place. Oh, and there is a good reason why I don’t drink gin: I want to fucking live. As good as a vesper is, gin is like rape….in your mouth. But as Zach said “Much like rape, you get used to it after a while.” He must have went to Camp Woebegone, too! So I learned some things this weekend:
1. Women do not appreciate the awesomeness of the PokeRap. I mean seriously, how can you not like this song?!
Now Ash may have been inept and Brock may have been a candidate to hide outside of Misty’s (obviously a lesbian) bushes masturbating and filming her as she showered but aside from that this show was….okay it sucked. BUT PSYDUCK PWNS YOU!
2. I understand the phrase “If you got it, flaunt it” but if you have too much of it, COVER THAT SHIT UP. Honestly, is there any need to let it all hang out when it is ALL hanging out? That shit is not cool.
3. We need another 24 hour sports option. I am not even really that BIG of a sports fan anymore but when I want to see the highlights of the Cubs/Astros game, I don’t want to have to sit through coverage of Favrefuckery to see it. Do you know the Olympics are going on? The whole world is on its way to Communist China for arguably the most controversial Olympics since the 1980 games and all we get to hear about is some inbred, redneck fucktard that lied about not having the heart for the game like…five months ago and wants to come back. He wasn’t even the MVP of the Super Bowl he made. Even Doug Williams was a Super Bowl MVP. Fuck Favre and fuck ESPN. I’m watching Telemundo.
Well, I am out for now. I will be back up before Friday.
Chachi Out.
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