Saturday, January 16, 2016

gonna make a movie from the things that they find crawling round my brain

I managed to survive my first night alone. Now I understand the struggle the Bundy fuckfaces (militia my dick) are having. Fortunately, I have the ability to get my own damn snacks. But feel free to send some anyway. No, wait, you're the type to send used sex toys that are still sticky. Nevermind.

Football starts later in the day so I can get a lot done today. Maybe even a haircut. My hair doesn't get long, it gets big. One place no one prefers girth over length: hair. Am I right, ladies gays?

This is an inclusive blog.

Weird thought about football. Tomorrow one stadium will hold a team lead by a two time alleged rapist against an alleged HGH user. Combined, the league and the media spent less time and money crying foul over those two than they did over the guy playing today who is alleged to have deflated a football a fraction of a pound of air.

Sports is sometimes a reflection of society at large if you pay attention.

I'm off to get a haircut.

Titty sprinkles!

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