Roll the Ugliness
It's Juneteenth. Hooray for fucking Emancipation.
So now that the moving is over with, I'm hoping to infect the intarweb with more of my constant invective. I feel that there are people out there who really need to have the word spread to them via my voice. And the word is FUCK YOU. I know that technically it's two words, but hey, FUCK YOU.
So on my way to work, I stop off and pick up a chocolate milk, a can of Arizona iced tea and a king-size 3 Musketeers bar. I get to work and I decide to open the candy bar and partake of it's chocolatey goodness, when I notice that the wrapper says, "Now with 89% LESS FAT!"
Yee ha. Who the fuck really gives a good god damn? Look, if you're downing a six-inch block of chocolate, sugar and more sugar, I'm pretty fucking sure that you didn't stop and think, "Hey, I should get the 3 Musketeers since it has 89% less fat. That's so much more healthy than any of the other snacks made of sugar, chocolate and more sugar. I now feel health-conscious and shall start my own fucking health fuck spa."
On a side note, I'm about halfway through the 3 Musketeers bar, and I realize why it's been so long since I'd had one. Jesus, my teeth are aching from the sugar content. These things should come with an insulin needle. Jesus.
Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to work. Work tonight consists of cleaning up other people's fuck-ups, reading Crisis on Multiple Earths vol.4 on the toilet and thinking about how hip-hop has just gone downhill ever since someone shot Jam Master Jay.
PS: I hope Governor Pataki dies while choking on another man's cock.
So now that the moving is over with, I'm hoping to infect the intarweb with more of my constant invective. I feel that there are people out there who really need to have the word spread to them via my voice. And the word is FUCK YOU. I know that technically it's two words, but hey, FUCK YOU.
So on my way to work, I stop off and pick up a chocolate milk, a can of Arizona iced tea and a king-size 3 Musketeers bar. I get to work and I decide to open the candy bar and partake of it's chocolatey goodness, when I notice that the wrapper says, "Now with 89% LESS FAT!"
Yee ha. Who the fuck really gives a good god damn? Look, if you're downing a six-inch block of chocolate, sugar and more sugar, I'm pretty fucking sure that you didn't stop and think, "Hey, I should get the 3 Musketeers since it has 89% less fat. That's so much more healthy than any of the other snacks made of sugar, chocolate and more sugar. I now feel health-conscious and shall start my own fucking health fuck spa."
On a side note, I'm about halfway through the 3 Musketeers bar, and I realize why it's been so long since I'd had one. Jesus, my teeth are aching from the sugar content. These things should come with an insulin needle. Jesus.
Now if you don't mind, I'm going to get back to work. Work tonight consists of cleaning up other people's fuck-ups, reading Crisis on Multiple Earths vol.4 on the toilet and thinking about how hip-hop has just gone downhill ever since someone shot Jam Master Jay.
PS: I hope Governor Pataki dies while choking on another man's cock.