Standby

This blog has grown stale. It's like chewing on a piece of something that sorta feels like it's sliding down your throat, but it's not.

And you reach your hand in there and pull out a long bloody tapeworm.

And you freak out at the sight of this and punch the wall only to break your hand because the wall is stucco.

And there you are, broken handed with a bloody tapeworn sitting on one of those circular donut trucker hemmoroid pillows because your pook slot is on fire (for a whole other reason that I won't get into for now).

Meanwhile, those other bloggers out there are getting rich and famous, sitting on their golden toilets, getting a beej from some camwhore groupie while doing blow off the goddamn spacebar!

What the hell am I talking about? I don't even know anymore.