My Holiday Bear senses are warning me that you're all lecherous motherfuckers.
So I was recently informed that in certain parts of the world, people (and you might as well just refer to them as scumbags, since that's what the majority of the populace consists of) are experiencing hard times of hot weather. Such a shame right? It's more of a shame that I don't give a fuck.
You know, each time I don't update for awhile, I'm left to ponder life's intricacies - that is, the fact that most things aren't worth my time and probably never were to begin with. It would be foolish of me to assume that any one of you were ever worth a damn but upon further inspection I usually come to my senses.
So how about you get the fuck off my fur son, go spray paint yourself neon orange, and stand out in the middle of a highway. I'm sure your miserable existence won't be missed; mostly by me.
Die in a jail cell,
The Holiday Ice Box Who Does Quite a Convincing Ninja Rap on the Side
You know, each time I don't update for awhile, I'm left to ponder life's intricacies - that is, the fact that most things aren't worth my time and probably never were to begin with. It would be foolish of me to assume that any one of you were ever worth a damn but upon further inspection I usually come to my senses.
So how about you get the fuck off my fur son, go spray paint yourself neon orange, and stand out in the middle of a highway. I'm sure your miserable existence won't be missed; mostly by me.
Die in a jail cell,
The Holiday Ice Box Who Does Quite a Convincing Ninja Rap on the Side