jaggy

After my toothpaste ecstacy and vision of Her Lady of the Elusive Spoon, I decided to write this.

So my boss is the big blogger fuck. He's always reading blogs . "I read in Karl Rove's blog that.." and "Rush said on his blog.." Blog fuckin blog. He knew our third quarter results before anyone, because he read on the CEO's goddamned buttfucking blog.

So Friday I didn't show up and I get a muthafuckin phone call at Denny's while I'm trying to get my Grand Slam the FUCK on. It's fatass asking where I'm at. I said, "Didn't you read my blog?"
He didn't like my joke, but the bacon was fantastic. Holy shit, I'm like Howie Mandel tonight!



I took the time take a picture of beer. Its The Reverend ale dedicated to Rick Santorum and Ted Haggard, fallen angels to stinky evil of the human male ass. Here's to you gentlemen, cheers to absolute hypocrisy, betrayal, and butt plugs!

Speakiing of donut holes, hello dolly! What is that hiding behind the beer? Its a box of glazed chocolate cake donuts from H-E-B. The night is young and those super yummy delicious donuts are not getting any younger. Somethin is for sure, those heavy, moist, chocolatey sexual cakes will be munched and washed down with the coldest milk , icelandic milk so cold you can feel it trace down your esophagus into your soul.