The waste of a life that is Rudolph Giuliani is out of the race.
I'm not sure how to describe how much I hate that fucking ass hole, you know a guy is a low life when the fucking Devil runs out of words to describe him.
When Giuliani gets to hell he is getting the pineapple treatment: One pineapple up the ass every fucking day. That turd is going to endorse McCain, if I was McCain I would stay away from that radioactive piece of shit. The Republicans are fucked anyways (I said that about the Giants when the playoffs started).
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
What the fuck is this?
Just ramblings, whatever comes through my thick head. It can be about some of the stupid bitches I meet, or some of the dumb stuff I do to get kicked out of bars or put in jail, it can even be about how ignorant people are. today it's about nothing.
In this blog I won't reveal my name, and the names I use are going to be made up, but the stories are real. I couldn't tell the stories with real names, it would get me in trouble.
The people that know me might figure out who I am, that's assuming anyone reads this fucking blog.
This is more of a therapeutic than anything, I tell people about random shit, it makes me feel good, and it's probably going to make people laugh.
Now I'll give you a rough overview of me. I'm in my early 30's, I have a career (that's boring as fucking hell right now). I'm somewhat smart since I graduated from college (I've also met retards that graduated so that doesn't mean much). I was married to a bitch. I can't stop hitting on good looking girls, although If I'm not wasted I can't stand talking to stupid bitches (and that's the majority of them). I'm pretty sure I'm an alcoholic, so does my doctor and my family. My friends don't think that because that would also put them in the alcoholic category. I don't remember half of my weekends usually, that's a lot of stuff to forget.
Lately I've been called the Devil... by 3 different people.... that don't know each other. Coincidence? I don't believe in that shit.
In this blog I won't reveal my name, and the names I use are going to be made up, but the stories are real. I couldn't tell the stories with real names, it would get me in trouble.
The people that know me might figure out who I am, that's assuming anyone reads this fucking blog.
This is more of a therapeutic than anything, I tell people about random shit, it makes me feel good, and it's probably going to make people laugh.
Now I'll give you a rough overview of me. I'm in my early 30's, I have a career (that's boring as fucking hell right now). I'm somewhat smart since I graduated from college (I've also met retards that graduated so that doesn't mean much). I was married to a bitch. I can't stop hitting on good looking girls, although If I'm not wasted I can't stand talking to stupid bitches (and that's the majority of them). I'm pretty sure I'm an alcoholic, so does my doctor and my family. My friends don't think that because that would also put them in the alcoholic category. I don't remember half of my weekends usually, that's a lot of stuff to forget.
Lately I've been called the Devil... by 3 different people.... that don't know each other. Coincidence? I don't believe in that shit.
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