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If you're reading this because you're looking for some political or social commentary on what it means to be living in the time of the death of the American Dream, somehow you have been misguided. I'm just gonna tell you about what pisses me off in-between jerk-off sessions, drinking and naps. Sorry.


Thursday, May 21, 2009

My Future Wife?



I know that this blog is supposed to be all about shit I hate, but it's my blog so I'll do with it what I see fit. And right now I'm gracing it with an image of what can only be described as the woman who has ruined my last pair of clean undies.

Her name is Anna Rawson and she's from Australia and is a Professional Golfer. I once dated a girl from Australia while I was in the Navy, she was fairly attractive maybe a 7 but with the accent she was a 10. I don't know what it is about women from Australia's accents that does it for me, but whatever; I'm in love with this woman. If anyone has any way of arranging a way for Anna here to give me a private lesson shoot me an e-mail, I'll be patiently waiting by the computer waiting for the e-mails to start flooding in. Otherwise I'm going to be forced to follow her around the LPGA tour and violate several states stalking laws.