I have decided to pursue the answer to life's big mysteries. I will let the brainiacs figure out the meaning to life and what comes after. I am going to worry about important shit, like why blacks like fried chicken, and why hispanics are landscapers? I won't worry about who is responsible for 9/11-who cares. I will worry about what sport bigfoot likes to play. You know important shit. What the fuck is wrong with me, I still ain't right. I am impressed that I even have friends let alone women that are interested in me. I am just a plain everyday average Joe six pack trying to make my way in this busy world. I ain't even trying to get rich, just survive. I don't know if you guys know this but I live everyday wondering if I am going to smoke myself or not. Some days are good days, most days are good days. A few are not. I like to eat my steaks medium, beef is good shit, but deer meat is proof God loves us. Why do most of you read this shit if you do? I know some of you love me. I sit down to write this shit and I have no clue what is coming out. Motherfuck, I need to apologize about telling the world I ruined my wife by -deleted- of a bitch. My ex-wife really ain't that bad. I am sure I could have done worse. She was a little pretty and fat. Some people are just fat and that is it. I really don't go for fat chix but I don't say no either. In all honesty I really don't give a shit as long as I get some attention. Am I wrong, fuck it. I love women just not too many skinny ones. Like I said I am the real deal. Bigfoot would hang out with me, I even bet that motherfucker drinks the beast. I remember Kevin Cagle had the beast NASCAR, that is until Gina wrecked it-thanks girl, I used the engine and tranny to build my Grey Ghost. I use to be pretty good with my hands and I am still good with one hand...Haiku time bitches
Brown Shaft Wrapped Firmly
Snake Stroked Ever So Briskly
One Eyed Monster Spit
What the fuck is wrong with a nigger? I love you all. Tell me, What is wrong with me?
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