Another day another…ah fuckit
Is it just me or is day to day life getting old? I wouldn’t say my days are plain, but the other day Baskin Robbins called bitching at me to give back the vanilla.
Am I the only one seriously offended by this whole BP mess in the gulf? I mean not only are they fucking up the ecosystem, but I swear they’ve found yet another way to fuck with the economy. I can picture the boardroom now. “Well, Emerson, what can we do to make the U.S. look like bigger dickheads?” “Well, Stephens, a good environmental disaster always fucks things up for everybody.” “By God, Emerson that’s it, and then we’ll refuse to clean it up in a timely manner!” Jackasses, all of them.
I attempted to write a persuasive essay about the whole mess today, but it was as uninspired as I feel lately. If I can’t get worked up about environmental disasters, what can I get worked up about?
OH WAIT!!! I know…a good stiff drink, and a good hard dick…anyone got a spare one laying around they don’t use much? Hell, you can use it alot, I’ll clean it up before I give it back! Its been three years and counting since this gal has had a good hard Dickens Cider. Where does one pick up a non-psychopathic, clean cut Man these days, anyway? Hell, I’m not picky, as long as he’s clean he’ll do.
I’ll let you all ponder that question untill next time.
