God damn i love the mystery
yea so this blog junk got over 30 hits in 2 days, which is weird cause ive got to have one of the more unpopular sites around this hip gangster town. it can only mean one thing and that is that i have a stalker. stalkers can be fun. or they can be creepy and take pictures of you when you're talking to your friends in everyday business and always follow you from a safe distance in the hallways of your previous high school but you graduated and now you're all cool. but thats beside the point. im running off on a tangent here.
ive been coughing a lot and it feels like im gonna vomit every time i do and if i do its like throwing away all that hard work over the past few weeks which is shit so im holding my ground and slugging back buckley's shots every hour. holy jesus fuck that stuff is vile. absinthe is easier to drink than that shit. i love it. it makes me a man everytime i take one back. im going to go get a full body physical in a couple days to find out all my little ticks and grinds. my doctor is an old guy and if i have a high lymphocyte count hes going to have to check my balls for cancer and i have a cold so chances are my count will be pretty high and i dont want a mans old wrinkly hands on my package. the only thing i can imagine being worse than that is the doctor doing that and then telling me i have cancer in my left nut. then if that was the case, id have to throw a huge party where i get ridiculously smashed and i show everyone my inflamed sac. the party will be called 'goodbye to lefty' in memory to the good times.
but im getting ahead of myself here
the fact of the matter is my balls are good and so is my blood and im nervous cause ive never gotten a full checkup. kinda like finding out who the guy in the bigbird outfit is. ruin the illusion of my health.
now what do you think about THAT stalker?
ive been coughing a lot and it feels like im gonna vomit every time i do and if i do its like throwing away all that hard work over the past few weeks which is shit so im holding my ground and slugging back buckley's shots every hour. holy jesus fuck that stuff is vile. absinthe is easier to drink than that shit. i love it. it makes me a man everytime i take one back. im going to go get a full body physical in a couple days to find out all my little ticks and grinds. my doctor is an old guy and if i have a high lymphocyte count hes going to have to check my balls for cancer and i have a cold so chances are my count will be pretty high and i dont want a mans old wrinkly hands on my package. the only thing i can imagine being worse than that is the doctor doing that and then telling me i have cancer in my left nut. then if that was the case, id have to throw a huge party where i get ridiculously smashed and i show everyone my inflamed sac. the party will be called 'goodbye to lefty' in memory to the good times.
but im getting ahead of myself here
the fact of the matter is my balls are good and so is my blood and im nervous cause ive never gotten a full checkup. kinda like finding out who the guy in the bigbird outfit is. ruin the illusion of my health.
now what do you think about THAT stalker?














































