"If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?"
!WARNING! The following will insult everyone in the known universe. The views of the author are those of deranged mad man and should not reflect the views of the owner of this website. So sod off you politically correct little whiny babies. I make Rush Limbaugh look like a kindergarten teacher with the added bonus that I don’t bow to any political party. Nothing is sacred, everything is fair game and, frankly, I don’t care what you think so don’t bother writing a scathing rebuttal because I’m not going to read it and it’ll only go to show you take things to seriously. I’m Crazy. C-R-A-Z-Y. With a capital Cray.
All Right you pestilent son’s of dishes, I’ve mugged an orderly and swiped his uniform and my delusions of grandeur are running in high gear. I’m in charge of this article. I Am the Boss of You. I do, as a Matter of Fact, Own the road, and you, you stinking bit of slime, are back, after only Ten Years, in the Asylum.
It’s a new year. A time for Resolutions, restitution, rebellion, reincarnation, regurgitation, retribution, retro rockets, retro fashions, fashion faux-paus, mental-pause, cat paws, catastrophic hardware failure, and much to the surprise of the owner of this website, I’ve decided that one of my resolutions will be to complete a diatribe for this public forum each month for an entire year. I’ve also resolved to loose a pound a day for the next 365 days and since I don’t weigh 365 pounds it means by this time next year I will have disappeared completely. I’m taking the success of my last years resolution of not eating alkaline batteries as a sign of success in the year to come.
Where to start, where to start?
