dust off the 'ol boots. here comes the blogtrain.

The word douchebag comes to mind. Not just small douchebag, I only dabble in gallons. I wish I dabbled in galleons. Beside the point. I'm talking of course of myself and my self-pity hole I call a blog. Oh boo hoo, i work at a shrimp shack, i got arrested, i have to go to court and it's eaaaarrrlllyyyyy....For those of you who care, a self-pity hole is like a glory hole but for your face...there's also less dick.

So I've come to an important determination. I hate awkward knees. You know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about people's knees that either bend weirdly so when they stand they look like a fucking model rocket or people who's knees seem to be totally dissociated from the rest of they're body. Or saggy knees.

Words of the day: Canard, Ruse. Both of these words mean essentially the same thing in certain contexts. And they are both awesome. Fucking Yes. Hm. Who even reads this shit anymore? Nobody that's who. I'm blogging in a void. So quiet. My blogging career could end with me on a 3 day absinthe binge cutting off my own ear and then moving to france. My hair would go silver and I would be so gay, oh so gay. I would hike east until I crossed Kamchakta, over a previously undiscovered ice bridge thinking of Jack's fat cock, until finally I died in the Alaskan wilderness in an abandoned bus in a snow drift. But that's totally played.



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This kid is fucking retarded.