Fucking Bullshit
Like a few other things, I feel passionately for Politics.
Ryan Bingham has won the local Mayoral race. The rage and sheer disgust I feel for humanity as a result has completely overwhelmed my entire capacity to articulate my thoughts into anything more than various connotations of the words FUCK and BULLSHIT. Somebody please, please wake me the fuck up. I swear to fucking god I’m trapped inside a Salvador Dali painting. First the presidential election, now this. There is only so much more fucking irony I can take. I’m willing to fucking bet not one of you motherfuckers reading this fucking voted you fucking assholes.
This is fucking bullshit. Ill say it again, fucking bullshit. Inconceivably incomprehensibly surreal bullshit. In case you don’t have a dictionary on hand that means: Fucking bullshit.
Ryan Bingham has won the local Mayoral race. The rage and sheer disgust I feel for humanity as a result has completely overwhelmed my entire capacity to articulate my thoughts into anything more than various connotations of the words FUCK and BULLSHIT. Somebody please, please wake me the fuck up. I swear to fucking god I’m trapped inside a Salvador Dali painting. First the presidential election, now this. There is only so much more fucking irony I can take. I’m willing to fucking bet not one of you motherfuckers reading this fucking voted you fucking assholes.
This is fucking bullshit. Ill say it again, fucking bullshit. Inconceivably incomprehensibly surreal bullshit. In case you don’t have a dictionary on hand that means: Fucking bullshit.