Not a day goes by where I don’t have an urge to punch this obnoxiously loudmouthed narcissistic conservative anti-education bigot uncle of mine in the fucking face. Hard.

Seriously considering publishing this Anthropology paper on this bitch. Yeah, it’s *that* good.

Posting this ten days too late, but whatevers. Classic. 

So some asshole just anonomously asked:

“Why didn’t you father ever kiss you after ejaculating in your anus?”

Well Cockboy, I’m not exactly sure why he never did. Probably because he was too busy teaching me the fundamental importance of proof reading my writing so that I would never make any dipshit “You” context mistakes.

And of course there’s also the fact that he never actually ejaculated in my anus to begin with.

I now reverse the tables on you, Cockboy. Seeing as how fathers ejaculating in the anuses of their sons seems to have been common practice in your household, did you dad used to kiss you after anal intercourse?

Devising this admittingly genius plan of giving my final “fuck you” to those from high school in musical form: An Eminem style rap song completely self penned, with a collaboration from Joey, to be released on the year anniversary of graduation. Could very well be my final opportunity for a “last hurrah” against all those fake pieces of shit I became acquainted with during those four long and painful years. As a teaser, here’s a little verse I scribbled today, in class, work in progress.

And yeah, I did bite my flow from Marshall Mathers
But none of that matters
Because when you’re driving your car, and birdshit splatters
You’re gonna think of me 
And my legendary speech
Because amidst all of the doubters and pandemonium
I stepped up to that podium
And you shut your mouth and you listened
Hell, even Averaz did, I knew he was thizzin
Because when the humiliation could have made somebody wither
When the school administration wanted me on chopped liver
I stepped up, and the Birdman fucking delivered.  

Whack? Probably. I don’t give a fuck. 

Tell me if there’s a better way to spend the day after 4/20, and the day before Earth Day: Stoned, hanging out with the dog in this picture (taken today), on the computer working on an Honors Anthropology paper, while bumping the album What’s Going On by Marvin Gaye on the living room speakers.

No, I really don’t think there is. 

Preparing for a super busy and long ass day tomorrow. 

I seriously wrote that whole wall of text doped up on codeine about fucking Eminem.

LOL.

Remembering Reagan :)

With the way all of this film shit is being put together, I can’t say that I’m not at least a little nervous.

More shitty and long winded rants that no one will read coming this spring break. I promise.