When I first started this blog… (so many moons ago) I thought to myself, I thought: “Here is where I will write my Great American Novel” They will come.
*alas*
“fruition” is just a word.
coming to same… is.. well…
Forget You!
(Yep! oft-times, I revert to Peanut-speak he was, is, the smartest dead man I know)
And, BTW Chuck… I Already Performed My up-Chuck for-the-day, so fuck off!
And git outta my face!
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Fuckin’ Dated! Profane Profanity! (With Special Guest Star Cordelia)
I am So Far Away From “Give-a-Shit-Land” that even If I had Unlimited Access to the Hubble: It would Make as ’bout as Much and Concern to Me as a Cup of Warm Copenhagen Spit!
I’d Just FLUSH IT Along with all the Other sUPER-dUPPER superfulious callifragile —-
you know rhe resa=a=song—if you have a fucking brain! I am removin’ from MY Knife (and MY LIFe)! WP Brings OUT The Worst Liver WurtZ Parts of Me! I am trying to Be KIND!
But WP is turning this into a fukkkin STRUGGLE! I MAY AS WELL BE BACK IN IRAQ! LIFE WAS SO MUCH EASIER THEN! WP is Pissin’ Me The FUK OFF!
hAVE I failed to MENTION TODAY How MUCH I HATE WP?
My Girl!
Dedicated
To
That
Bitch
I admire
for
Her
Courage
My Girl!
Cordelia!
I LOVE HER
I use a lot.
A lot of
Profanity
What can I say?
I am a Texan / Sailor
Or a Sailor / Texan
‘Tis my nature.
Never mean to offend.
Perhaps I should mend
My speech a little.
Naw!
Fuck that!
***
From ‘Lear’:
CORDELIA:
“Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your majesty
According to my bond, no more nor less.”
LEAR:
“How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little,
Lest you may mar your fortunes.”
“Daddy! Me ”Fortunes’ Goy (Lil Lenny-Jew Humor there–if you don’t catch the ref—you need not be HERE!)
mY fukkin’g ‘fortunes never existed! marred long fukkin’ time ago!” Married some other
ASSHOLE!
NEVER CAUGHT Her NAME!
NOT THAT THAT WOULD MATTER! FUK Her1 FUK HER! FUCK THE WORLD!
(I really need to be….put down! For The Sake of hUMANITY —
OR at LEAST That FRAGILE Future of What Pipe Dreams it fkkin’ harbors for its lame-ass-self…. shit!
Ninety-nine and some chge of all creatures who ever walked or swam on this fukkin’ planet have gone xe-fukkin’ stink! You tink Homo-Sapiens are “special? Well a wink is as good as a nod to a blind fuckin’ horse!
***
Some
Asshole
Out
in
:”Radio-
Land
Needs
to “Hip”
Me!
Becuz
I am doin’
This
Shit
in
My
tireless
Effort
To
Fucking
“Entertaine
Yer
Dumb
–
Assesses!
Please
Believer
When
I
say,
I have
Better
shit
I
i Could do
To
Occupy
My
Fucking
MIND
But
I love
to
try
to
brighten
Your day!
In
My
Simp,ly
Way!
I fukkin’
work
REAL FUKKING
HARD
at
IT
goggamn it!
I work real hard for the money!
That money
I need so
desparately
Need
But
would
Never
Ever!
Ask
You
For!
I suppose
All I would love
Is a
Little
Simlple
“Fuckin’ Thank – You”
mAYBE JUST once per year!
What do that cost you?
A fucking
Mouse miss-fire?
It is not my desire to write in a fuckin’ vacuum!
I am here to try to make you laugh!
Spend the time!
Drop a
fukkin’ dime
But….
Honestly!
I don’t
Give a shit
I write for me
The rest of y’all
can
go get
wrecked!
I won’t miss
Y’all!
For
What you
are
Trying
To
Fucking
DO!
I do NOT
Fuck about!
I am
SMART!
i HAVE been
’round
The fuckin’
Whurl!
Three
Fukkin’
Times!
Do
Y’aa
Think
I
Cannot
Better Find
Ways
To
Waste
My
Fukking time?
And my MIND?
BUT I LOVE
MY READERS!
ALL FIVE OF YOU!!!!
Yeah! I know I’m an asshole!
Git over
That!
Or Git away from me!
I aint
lookin’ for your
fukkink’ smyan-me!
Go on!
Be a FUCKING
PHOTOGRAPH!
I’LL Frame you
And
HANG
You
On
My
“I love Me Wall”
Then
Everytime I see
I
See
you
I
will
Laugh
My
Fuckin’
Ass
Off!
Do you honestly
Wish
me
Dead?
Pretty
Sure
I can
fullfill
That
Vain
Fantasy you have!
Fuck all of this!
I AM SO
SICK
OF
LANCE!
HE AIN’T FIT TO LIVE
WITH!
JUST CALL ME
“HUD!”
gODDAMMMMMNIT!
And…..
In
closing
Let
Me
Say
This
About
This!!!!
“It ain’t
Easy
Bein’
Lance”
And that
is
All
I
got
To
say
About
That!
I do realize
I have
Lost
My fukkin’
Mind!
But
I will
Find it
Again
SometimeIt
Was here
Just a minute ago
Could not
Have
Strayed
Far!
Maybe
I
Just
miss-placed
In
My Pocket!
“Insaniity”
is
JUST
A
Scare
Word
For
Cowards!
God-Fuckin-Zilla
Crit Drinker!
I wish I Were Fukkin’ GAY!
(Don’t Worry–GIRLS–I ain’t!)
But I FUKKIN’; LOVE YOU Crit Drinker Man! I fukkin’ LOVE YOU!
MY MAN! YOU NAIL IT EVER’ FUKKIN’ TIME! GODDAMN FUKKIN’ DAMN!
Shit! WP is STUPID! I Just Wanted to RePost A Post! But Fuk No! WP Needs a Fukkin’ Parental Permission Slip!
Why Does “Workin'” With WordPress Make Me Feel Like Michelangelo, On His Back, Probably Regularilly gettin’ FUKKED IN HIS AZZ!
While Just Tryin’ To Paint The Fukkin’ Sistine Chapel??? WHY? OH Why?? Fuk YOU WP!
(yEaH! ThiS iS A FUCKiN’ RANT! gO away From Me!) AND TAKE YER FUKKING TEA AND SIM- PHONY BULLSHIT WITH YOU!
Yes! I am that ASSHOLE Your Parents WARNED You About! AND WILL SOMEONE PLEASE EMAIL ME A FUCKKIN’ PHILIPPIPS AND A FLIP-INO TO OPERATE IT! SCREW-DRIVER
SO THAT I MAY REPAIR MY BIG, FOR REALS COMPUTER? THIS LAP-TOP PISSES ME OFF!
Now I’m gonna Lay Me Down to Sleep Forever
(and Three Days)
Oh Happy Fukkin’ Dagger!
And Just Because I Have a Sense of HUMOR:
OH MY Gawd!
JULIE!
JULIE
Julie!
How Do I LoveThee?
I CANNOT COUNT THE WAYS!
All The Ways
That
I
Love
YOU!
You Girl!
ARE Fukkin’ Brilliant!!!!
A Fukkin’
TREASURE!
Without
MEASURE!
(I just Gotta Watch This One Ten More Times Today!)
You Never Knew What A Treasure You HadBeen Blessed to Have
And Then Yu Got Re-Married to Some Slut in Yer Old Age–
Defiling the Memory of Linda!
U Worthless Cunt!
You Should’ve remained celebrate, uh–celibate
That’s what I would’ve done!
Hahaha!
Not Really,
But, at the very least, you could’ve stayed home alone with the Brand-Knew,
And no one Who would’ve ever known The Newest Missus McCartney. Or given a flying fuck. But no! We all had to suffer with you. You shoulda stood up, been a man. But I guess that ain’t in yer Jeans
Or Given a shit.
Forgive Me Paul, But You are So
‘Yesterday’
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YeaH!
I BURIED THE FUCKING LEEED.
This vid below is the entire point of this pointless post.
Took me a little ‘minuet’ to git to it, but at least I finally did
Yet one more stupid FaceBork Post:
“I gotta repost this post and allow me to enlighten and explain to you why:
At least thirty-three percent of the songs are songs that JOhnny Whitley reminded me of or turned onto for the very first time.
Thank you Johnny: My good, great newly re-discovered friend from “The Old HG Daze”.
Thank you Johnny. You have brought joy back into my life.
