The Writings of a guy who is about as emotionally stable as a bag of rabid rats in a flaming Meth lab.
Unless you are as tough as General William Tecumseh Sherman, emotional resilient as a Chicago Cubs Fan, have skin as thick as rhinoceros hide, are endowed with a sarcastic wit as sharp as Dennis Miller, and generally as able to take care of yourself as the average nuclear missile submarine commander, you should not opt to read this blog.
If you have read any of this blog and you cannot answer in the affirmative all of the above please have yourself treated, at your nearest hospital, as if you taken a month long field trip to the number 4 reactor at the Chernobyl power facilty then arrange for a qualified surgeon to amputate both of your arms at the elbows and extract your eyes as soon as can possibly be arranged.
This warning is necessary because it seems that this country has become so sickeningly Politically correct that we all have to worry about offending some poor simple, humor impaired turd's sensibilities for fear of being sued by the ACLU or other heavy handed tool of the "oppressed" and "offended".
Everyone seems to think that some time recently there was an eleventh "right" written in to the Bill of rights section of the constitution stipulating something about having the right to go through life without being offended in any way shape or form by anything or anyone no matter how trivial or ridiculous the "offense".
This new pervasive attitude of entitlement has created "Champions of Justice" attorneys who will sue the offending party of the first part into complete financial ruination just to see their name in the press.
I can, with absolute assurance, tell you that you will find something, in what I write here, that will offend and irritate. If you haven't yet, you will soon.
If you choose to ignore this warning you will be reading on at your own peril. You are sure to burst into flames of Righteous Indignation and acrimonious hatred the likes of which are typically reserved for former President G.W.Bush. Reading this blog will certainly have you vomiting up torrents of vitriolic outrage, in Tourette’s like volcanic eruptions, of the most vile, disgusting and hateful thoughts and words and deeds ... certain induce a cerebral aneurysm and/or massive stroke that will leave you bleeding from your eyes and ears, dead, balled up in a fetal position, twitching and spewing all manner of bodily fluids on the floor near your where you read this... or find, in a momentary spasm of lucidity, that you have been committed to an asylum with absolutely no hope of release, where you will spend the rest of your years laced up in a tight fitting straight jacket bobbing your head, violently back and forth, flinging snot and drool all over yourself and the padded walls of your dark windowless cell, muttering obscenities, cursing your mother and the day you were born.
2 comments:
"slick with need" one of my personal favs!
I like that plenty and I use that... but what does the actual slickness consist of. I think it is mucus/snot or something like it.
I have a difficult time thinking about that when saying "I love the way you taste"... but that is at a time like now when my dick isn't hard and there is plenty of blood in my brain.
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