john and kate: raising the divorce rate

HELLO FOLKS, AND WELCOME TO ANOTHER MUCH DESERVED DRUNK BLOG. I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE DONE ONE OF THESE .... and theres the first sign.... lol. i forgot to turn off the caps. first off id like to blame tom cruise for not ocming out of the closet, and then blame tyrel owens for everything thats come out in movies since sixth sense. not cool tyrel. not cool.

but despite the usually writing this or that, id like to just spew out a couple of of long begotten, boiling cesspools of hate for a very select few people that ive had the misunderstanding to call the word friend. not you blake, your awesome.

much like the french revolution, porky pig like heads will roll and directors will lose any credibility with a certain colledge. thats right ed, im talk about you. now ive got a special little pit of balled of anger and frustration just for you. no, this has nothing to do with sexual preference. this is about  (and i know this is entirely my fault for what ever the fuck reason you decide it to be.) a long time ago, when you took a peice of paper away from me, a few days before the student show, and tore it up. yes thats right, a forgotten not very important moment in history, where the least little thing, caused the most damage.

so for that little incident and the fact that somehow i missed the que to be pissy with you. heres your fucking moment to shine you butterball reject bastard. look, the fact remains that your a snob like dork whos greatest talen is to inadvertently make others feel like shit. now i know your just doing your job, much in the same way the suicide hotline operators fifty percent of the time do thiers, but lets face it.

ive completely forgot what the fuck i was going to write, but all the same, i hope you get canned.

moving on, sorry folks, i just had a long forgotten bone to pick with butterball there.and how will this actually affect me? it wont, causei dont think im going back to vvc for hat matter. whats the point? id rather go somewhere new where the campus doesnt reminder about how big ive screwed up. thats right, every day  that goes by , when ever i set foot on that campus, it seemingly reminds me of all the people that have fucked me over.

more beer.

you see, for this disaster of a blog, ive decided to drink two light beers. which the title light doesnt seem to really matter, because you still get drunk just the same. hard liguor, soft liquor... the title doesnt really matter that much to anyone except pissy people that want to feel like there helping save thier already screwed up lives.

im going to let you in on a little secret, something that might change the way you think about everything.

according to a psychology teacher, after we hit the age of 30, our bodies begin o die slowly. now, death is the modicum of a lot of things latley. the presidential election of the ayatollah guy, which has pretty much pissed a lot of people off to the point where they are fucking rioting in the streets, screaming "allu akbar" or god is great in irani. 

but there not much else theat pisses me off more the desperate mothers trying to push thier lost dreams of fame and fortune onto thier kids. its just not right. i could compare those back water, reality show watching prune juice drinking swill hogs to the likes of miss california. but that would be a compliment to the swill hogs. so instead of trying to sound all intelligent, ive decided to go the high route.

end this blog and apologize to all the people ive offended you say? not by a fucking long shot.

first id like to pick on bill for a bit. i know he hasnt done or said anything to me in a while, but the fat fuck deserves his just deserts for the  writer comment he made a while back. so heres to you , you german sex slave furry beating, troll humping rooster fucker. may your next trip to germany end up with you being intoxicated, incarcerated, and rehabilitated for smacking around uswins tiny dong. 

theres anotehr fuck tard id like to talk about. uswin wood, who might i remind any of the subjects of this blog, cant sue on a count of im not planning on selling this anytime at all. so to him, fuck you, lose the anal cock goblin, and maybe get drunk and get over the bitching about the ex girlfriend, you 30 year old loser prickface.

and, i just want to add, if i ever get into a fight with you, im going to punch that sore shoulder of yours so fucking hard, and then walk away. cause according to you, we were never friends to begin with. fucking jack ass.

im sure i could go on a hate filled lead laden rampage of insulting the hell out of people... but ill only go to that length with the horrid intent of bashing any asshole thats pissed me off. including goerge fucking clooney. that smug bastard. 

did i ever tell you how much i fucking hate reality shows about couples with absurd amoutns of kids? i also hate reality shows in general, for no particular reason. including american idol. oh shut the fuck up, its not unpatriotic to hate a show where a british guy spends two fucking hours insulting the hell out of americans trying to make thier dreams come true.

but recently folks,more beer. recently folks, ive had the great displeasure of feeling the up and coming hate filled divorce calm before the storm. according to the jagoffs at every local and state hollywood rag, john and kate, the money grubbing whore, are getting a divorce. this would be fucking epic and hilarious if i didnt think it would spawn two new shows. 

john and 8, kate john hates
kate and 4, john spent more.

look, i know more then anyone, the pressure of trying to perform for a fat slob who does nothing but make evil laughter and has the tendency to flap his arms around like he was trying to levitate off the ground. yes that was a jab at ed. oh hes got this coming, so enjoy the rid, bastard. and remember, that im slightly innebriated during the writing process of this. so there.

it seems that every fox reality show, much like thier news network, is full of shit, sunshine, and fucked up psyches that make edward norton look exiting. or insane, which ever one you perfer. so why are we constantly drawn to these useless attempts at filling time slots for day time telemundo?

i mean, come on, its funny enough watching spiderman 3 with mismatched voices. i lol at peter parker sporting a fat mexican dudes voice. 

i dont apologize for this next part.

but more then anything, im just eager to rant and rave about the surprising number of blacks that think its alright ot dress like its winter when there standing in eight hundred degree weather. its the fucking summer, throw some shorts on and enjoy yourself instead of looking like a juicy girl. which by the way is more horrendious to watch walk the scraping your eyes with a crack laden fork. it relly is, bright colors and butterballs dont mix. just like plaid and stripes.

which of course i wear with out a care in the world. so take that fashion industry! and yes i like black women, get over it guys,  you take our white gals and guys, its only fair that we do the same. after all, your slowly proceding plan to erase the white guy from the face of the earth isnt working that well. no ones killed rush limbagh yet. and he really deserve to to get fucked in the head with a firehydrant.

like i said, not apologizing.

what else pisses me off? outside of miss america and miss california keeping up appearance , i hope she dies of ovarian cysts and breast bancer. i reallly do. ive got no valid or intelligent reasons why i hate her, i just do and that good enough for me.

folks, ive gone long anough with the hate and the moronic cliched repeating of thingsp robably already said hundreds of times over. i just want you to know, that i havent been honest with you about something thats been bugging me.

the thing is, that cat you see in the picture? is the one writing this blog. yes, thats right, ive been hiding it for many years amongst hints of hairballs, butterballs, fatasses, and angry asians. fortunately, all four of those past terms referr to uswin. god love him, and im wishfully thinking he gets raped inthe alley by a mutant cactus.

im angry for a lot of really good reasons. i just dont feel like getting serious for some reason.

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