Huh?

My mind loves to give me the finger, and in response I often try to drown it in sweet, sweet booze. The fucker always manages to come back and donkey punch me though.

Fuck my mind, and the frothing, meaty goo that gives it life.

I have absolutely no god damned idea where I was going with that. See? Donkey punch!

Um...I was really pissed off by a few things earlier, but after some much needed intoxicants I've completely lost my train of thought.

It's hell getting old. I was never the sharpest crayon in the box, and with age mixed in, it would seem I'm now the crayon some toddler shat out. Red looks yummy!

So yeah, religion sucks, puppies are awesome, and god damn I'm loving this cigar!

Why the fuck am I even still writing? I should be masturbating, or engaged in some other productive activity.

Shiny thing!

Mitt Romney.

Doesn't that just have the ring of some awesomely bad curse word? The guy is a douche nozzle incarnate. Can anyone possibly be so fucking arrogant and stupid at the same time? This guy has Dubya beat. Dubya! At least that fucker was retarded! I think his job description was "Bullet Catcher", or "Meat Shield".

Mmm cigar...

Mmm beer...

Aaaand I'm done.