Sunday, April 23, 2017

Somebody improved this song

I am awake entirely too early.

We had a double feature date night last night. J-Law and Kate B for me, Chris Pratt and generic white guys for her.

I think movie critic is the most bullshit, made-up job ever. And stupid people keep encouraging it. Every time a person tells me something like, the critics didn't like that movie I make a judgment about said person.

Mostly, that they're a fucking idiot incapable of thinking for themselves.

You're so salty this morning, Rudy.

I don't know why that's bad. Salty means I have fucking flavor. So, eat me.

I think the tip of my nose is sunburnt. Or a zit is forming.

I need coffee.

Titty sprinkles or whatever.

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