fuck, gang, i am so sick of this bullshit of working all day & night…
is this what it's come down to? listening to adult contemporary & posting images of a guy with a fucking brick of hash where his hair used to be?
and when's the last time i got my pole smoked? fuck, i can't even be bothered with such trivialities; from where would i divine such inspiration? only HashHead® knows for sure. i'm totally tapped, gents —i feel like a goddamned vegetable.
time to switch up with La Grange & stick my willy in a socket to supercharge these woe begotten gonads. …check out a blue review, mebbe. purely perfunctorily, you understand.
in any case, it's friday, so let the jizzim rise. rise from the depths like a cadaver possessed by the creole mojo, coursing through its undead veins. THE VAS DEFERENS WILL HAVE ITS DAY! bottoms up, i'll drink to that!