I AINT DEAD, MOTHERFUCKERS! I am BACK AND I AM FILLED WITH FURY! Oh, and soon to be filled with soju. Yeah, it’s how I deal with my problems so FUCK YOU, FUCKY. Soju doesn’t judge me or lay me off because I am keeping my options open because I am about to get fired. YEAH, I SAID IT. But again, those are the breaks and I am pretty much over it. When you have good friends, it makes things like this easy to handle. Thanks to Copper and Kasey for being down for the team. When I get my superpowers and hold the world at bay with my evil intentions, you will be my Gin and Tousen. Or my Bebop and Rocksteady, depending on whether I want to go the demented ninja master route.
So I will finish up the 101 Things That Piss Me Off next week (Only thirty left so you can pretty much guess them) due to some irritations on this end. Also, I think I will do a blog this weekend about something. It was GOING to be Michael Jackson but since Black people get Niggamnesia about the King of Pop I just will let it go because I honestly haven’t thought about the dude since America’s Best Dance Crew and I am not going to act like I am broken up or shocked about it. Reports of painkillers were rampant for over 10 years or so after all that has happened to his body so if you are shocked then you don’t know their long term effects in massive doses. And before you get sand in your vaginas NO it doesn’t take away from him as an artist but it doesn’t make me feel like he is any more tragic than James Brown when he died. The man was on Ike Turner levels of beating his wife but he was still the Godfather of Soul and Hot Tub Man #1:
