Ranting from the mind of
dr3arms
The fucking date is
I had a bunch of things I wanted to get off my chest, yeah, this place is called my little Ranty but at the same time, fuck it, that's just what it is, I don't know why have the sudden urge to try and put some meaning behind something that doesn't, it's pretty fucking useless to do it. Maybe I'm feeling a bit more contemplative than usual? Maybe. I'm 34, single, recently single, and I live at home. Yeah, there's a truck load of jokes right there about basement dwellers and everything else that flops around uselessly in society. But, we don't have a basement, and I would love the fuck out of that shit. I mean, why the fuck do basements get so much shit anyways? It's like an entire place to yourself, fuck yeah! You could make that shit into your own little office! which, I'd totally do. Anyways, more on that later, this is one of the rare times where I don't have my head shoved so far up my own ass that I take a little breather ffrom the an...
Ranting from the mind of
dr3arms
The fucking date is
But, my half assed fucking coffee does, and it IS PISSED. About what? About why? About ham? Why ham? Why anything? Why does the idea of pissing into a black hole seem like the ULTIMATE FACEBOOK LIVE and a video that MAY just become a new REALLY expensive porn fetish? I mean, SURE, when you really think about it, urinating in to a near infinite gravitation void of suck has all the benefits of crushing your crotch into the size of a singularity. Which means you have to be really fucking accurate when whacking off. Or at least, that's the going theory. But then again, trying to shit on the sun is pointless. Because you'd have to be really fucking close to that star struck burning motherfucker in order to even watching as your flaming duece turns to ash as a solar flare just wipes you both out. Because, you know, facts, and space info and all that. Look, pissing into the void and shitting on the sun may seem like REALLY good times, but let me tell you... That ...
Ranting from the mind of
dr3arms
The fucking date is
Alrighty, so I've got five minutes to blurt out whatever the fuck is going through my head, so let's not waste this learning moment. I'm fucking tired as shift from the shift I've got with Amazon, and god DAMNED I'm fucking exhausted as shit. Seriously, I'm just flat out beat, but the money's good, and hours are fantastic and I'm learning a lot bout the whole thing. That being said, I do have a few quips about the whole thing and while I'm pretty sure nothing's going to make sense, because fuckit I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about nachos, fuck I'm distracted easily, why am I sitting on a couch cushion, oh yeah.... Fuck it....
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