I am wallowing in a sea of stupidity. You people cut it out. Please.
I can do pretty dumb shit, but crikey, I wade through the stagnant sea of festering humanity, and it is a wonder folks don't just swallow their tongues and die.
Is it any wonder I do not fear a worldwide pandemic? As long as there's no zombies, I'll be happy with wind breezing between canyons of empty buildings, and weeds growing up through the pavement.
Sorry to be such a downer, but like I always say, give me the Big Red Button, and I will push it.
The internet seems to have suffered a grievous head injury today. Heck, lately. I want to pull the internet's underwear up over its head, and thwap it in the bean with a whiffle bat until it begins to stutter, and begs for mercy.
I want a bumper sticker that says 'Avoid Retards'. Talk about a zombie movie, that is pretty much what I see when I venture out into the outside world. Am I superior to you? Heck, I don't know. But the cattle I am sometimes forced to move among, well, they are deserving of nothing but slaughter.
Go to a Bed Bath & Beyond some time, or a K-Mart. BB&B is like a porno shop for me and the wife, but in K-Mart, observe the strutting raghead, with his covered wife walking her dutiful paces behind him. It is all I can do to not slash his fucking throat. And hers, for living in America, and putting up with that shit. And for squirting little pre-terrorists out of her clitless cunt.
Do I seem to be in a bad mood? Very fucking perceptive of you.