Attack of the Drunk BloggerBest of times. Worst of times."Young niggahs on the block throwin' up gang signs."If your the last one to leave, turn out the lights.Like the pot calling the kettle white.Nothing lost, nothing gained.It ain't over till the fat lady sings.Bedrooms destroyed. Bed sets enjoyed.Even a blind hog gets an acorn whilst unemployed.Red Pill. Blue Pill.Blue Pill. Red Pill.If you can't stand the kitchen, get a real job.We're going backwards and forwards,backwards and forwardsand ain't getting no eggs, nohow.
Skype.Another glass of wineanother grape induced goblet of thunderyour mother was a hamster,but I don't complain.Some say I'm an asshole,and maybe it's proverbial.Like Jesus and the fish,or Mohammed and the whip.Or maybe not.Either way, I could care less.I am who I am.I think therefore I am.And your mother is still a hamster.Your father quite literally smells of eldeberries.I love you.I hate you.It's the lot of a person in my position.Just remember: At the end of the day I'm a person.You're a person.Not just a screename with an ego.Nathan screams orgasmicly to Miss Cleo laughing.Yah yah hahaha.You're a libra aren't you darlin'?