Wow, I sure fucking hate winter. I also hate christmas carolers coming to my house, is there any
other way to make a person fell more akward than to stand outside their house and sing some of
the worst songs ever written? If they are doing it for charity, I suggest hitting them with a little mace – The morning star, not that gay ass spray shit.
But maybe I am being to cynical, we all need a little joy after the tragic
events of September 29… Which is my birthday, but it was on a Thursday, so I had to work hungover.
So many people were effected, - and some cases even infected - by this horrible day.
We should all pay homage to the persons who helped make this 9-29 partially liveable:
The makers of Gravol, Pepto Bismol, 7-11 Cheesburgers and, of course, Bob Guccione.
On My Twenty-Fifth,
I Drank Until Cries Rang Out.
Punching Children Rules.
This was going to be a christmas post but whatever, a post of punching children in a drunken stupor is just as good. Note: The puking photo is my brother from many years ago, he is my mentor and hero. Kudos Kelly, Kudos.
T-Shirt Hell has put out some awesome gift cards for download on their website. So if you have any sense of humor whatsoever, get them. Follow the Direct link here: http://www.tshirthell.com/giftcards.htm. I suggest printing them on photo paper at a good quality.
And remember "Lest You Bitches Forget 9-29."