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Check back daily and I may or may not have updated, depending on how drunk or pissed I may be at any one time.
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.

Monday, August 24, 2009

I was, having a good day.

I haven't been my usual super angry self lately. I don't know if it's because I don't have a job right now and no real stress that comes from having one, but anyway I happened across a picture of these fucking d-bags and my blood pressure went strait through the fucking roof. For those of you who don't know who these guys are, they are the grandsons of John Gotti, and used to have their own reality show. Shocker I know. Anyway, these fucking losers are everything I hate in one picture. As far as I'm concerned Jersey could fall off the East Coast and into the Atlantic Ocean and nobody would even fucking miss it. God dammit this country is full of idiots. I hate the one in the middle's face the most. Lots of people always ask me why I hate a particular thing and I never have a good enough reason to give them so I usually just say "Because I fucking can that's why", but with these guys, I mean just look at them. I'm pissed that I'm wasting this much time just talking about them. I'm gonna go smash one out and take a nap, and get back to a happy place. Fuck I'm pissed.