...I especially don't like it when I'm forced to do it because some nameless Fucktard decided he needed my stuff more than I did.
In real life,I could snatch him up by the hair and slap him so hard that his kids would be born dizzy.
I would hit him on top of the head so hard,it would break both his ankles.
I'd jerk a knot in his tailbone,and then knock him into the middle of next week!
(I'm almost done)
- I'd rip off his arm,and beat him over the head with it..Then,
- I'd tear off his head,and piss down his neck.
- I'd put a boot up his ass,..and
- I'd get his sister pregnant,...just to kill a rabbit!
I was walkin' down a street o' mud.
Walked into a place called "The Bucket O' Blood".
Sat at the table,ordered somethin' to eat.
Got a muddy glass of water,and a stale piece of meat.
So I jumped up on the table,and said with a shout!
"I'm the baddest Mother Fucker,without a doubt!"
"I swam the Mississippi,and I didn't get wet!"
"Jumped off the Empire State building,and I ain't dead yet...
..But this is cyberspace,and according to every 12-step program I've ever suffered through,I need to accept these things.Although,I feel a certain amount of "chest thumping" is in order.
I'm almost done putting my blog back together.It's more or less the same,only different.It's REALLY hard to read all those tiny words in my template,hence the need to vent,..just a little..
Now,if I could just run into this guy on the street... ;)