Unnecessary Z Break Dancin' on Yo Planet Once Again!
Here's a simple rule that will probably always be applicable to your everyday life: Never travel into outer-space. It's cold, there's twice as many laser related crimes, and the Space Police have little to no actual laws regarding jet packs. I thought it would be cool to see the galaxy up close at first, but it started to suck really hard almost right away. It turns out being from Earth is soooo last year, and saying that you're from here is social suicide. I guess it was pretty nice to find out sentient robots haven't taken control of the rest of the galaxy yet, but things might have been a little more exciting if they did. Those pompous space-fucks could use a little robo-rebellion to shake their jerk faces up.
Anyway, if there's one thing they've figured out in space, it's how to protect their computers from inexperienced porno surfers. I'll never be able to understand why it takes ten competent computer users to unravel the chaos caused by one idiot who types the word "porn" into a seach engine and clicks on the first link he gets. The resulting antics, although zany, have rendered my online activity pretty severly owing to pop-ups and a whole slew of new and exciting programs that have embedded themselves into my machine. I hope that was the best jerk off that dumbass ever had because it's going to end up costing me a thousand bucks. Too bad they don't accept astro-cash here, because I earned a grip of that shit pimpin' my sweet Earth ass beyond the stars. So, to everyone that feels like I've neglected them: It's not my fault. You know I still love you, baby, but some things are beyond our control. Like horny teens with complete disregard for anything non-their penis related. But keep an eye out for new and improved comments from me. It's the same great flavor you've come to love with a hip new look. So here's a blanket statement to cover the rest of the new year: Fuck you.
Here's a simple rule that will probably always be applicable to your everyday life: Never travel into outer-space. It's cold, there's twice as many laser related crimes, and the Space Police have little to no actual laws regarding jet packs. I thought it would be cool to see the galaxy up close at first, but it started to suck really hard almost right away. It turns out being from Earth is soooo last year, and saying that you're from here is social suicide. I guess it was pretty nice to find out sentient robots haven't taken control of the rest of the galaxy yet, but things might have been a little more exciting if they did. Those pompous space-fucks could use a little robo-rebellion to shake their jerk faces up.
Anyway, if there's one thing they've figured out in space, it's how to protect their computers from inexperienced porno surfers. I'll never be able to understand why it takes ten competent computer users to unravel the chaos caused by one idiot who types the word "porn" into a seach engine and clicks on the first link he gets. The resulting antics, although zany, have rendered my online activity pretty severly owing to pop-ups and a whole slew of new and exciting programs that have embedded themselves into my machine. I hope that was the best jerk off that dumbass ever had because it's going to end up costing me a thousand bucks. Too bad they don't accept astro-cash here, because I earned a grip of that shit pimpin' my sweet Earth ass beyond the stars. So, to everyone that feels like I've neglected them: It's not my fault. You know I still love you, baby, but some things are beyond our control. Like horny teens with complete disregard for anything non-their penis related. But keep an eye out for new and improved comments from me. It's the same great flavor you've come to love with a hip new look. So here's a blanket statement to cover the rest of the new year: Fuck you.
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i'll be in your city next week, we should grab beers and look at transformers