home drunk.. again

well.. it's kinda like this, i'm home from the bar and i'm just sauced enough to tell you exactly what i think. this could get a little rough. if you just read that and thought, "oh well.. that's just dusty.", then don't bother reading forward. you won't be surprised. if you just read that and thought, "oh no! what does that jackass have to say and is it about me?!", then keep reading because chances are, june, that it's going to be about you and i'm going to piss you off.

third off.. napoleon dynamite is one of the best movies. ever. however, most of you who like it have no idea why you like it. you're just sure that because your friends said it was 'the shit' that it is fucking hilarious. you're also the kind of people that think jay leno is funny. you have no idea what good writing is.. this is why you still listen to the likes of kevin fowler and pat green. kiss my ass, christy and june. people like you (not necessarily you , c&j, but not excluding you) should be sterilized so that you may not ever be allowed to spread your inferior seed or bear inferior offspring. such as kevin fowler. or pat green.

also.. a certain person (june) who lacks the [ovaries] to ever name names, but loves to talk mad shit about people under a flimsy guise of indifference and ambiguity (june) has just started a blog and given the address to one other person (june). this is a blog that, by her own admission (june) will be un-rated and will be cause for using such phrases as 'katie bar the door'. yeah.. that's great in theory, except you forgot one thing, wrongway. you gave the address of your (june) new 'no holds barred' rant blog to only one person. one person who is most likely to hear this shit from you on a daily basis when you call them and bitch about how you're in your forties (june) and act like a teenager.. a shallow, high school girl teenager.. and still cannot fathom why people don't 'get' [like] you. why not just email that person and save us [yourself] the suspense?! it's not like anyone other than you and maybe, maybe your relection in the mirror actually give a damn about what malformed thought process is finding its way from between your ears on any given thursday.

gage.. same thing, brah. just post that shit or put it on your own blog and link us to it. time to stop sparing the innocent. none of us are anymore.

norm.. you sorry little bitch. ups delivered your balls in a tiny parcel this afternoon. they said that you haven't used them in weeks. by the way, they look great hanging from my rearview.

jack ingram is a pansy. pat green is a sellout/damn liar. kevin fowler just plain sucks. roger creagar, we're playing frisbee golf tomorrow at the park.. be sure to bring your hat.

if you didn't like this post.. tough. if you did.. the check's in the mail.
if your waist is the same diameter as your chest, please cover them both when you are in public.

and that, kids, was your schluterman minute