What happened to the good old days when a man fought another man. Fists to faces. Instead of doing their fighting behind a keyboard and a screen.
I'm not gonna lie, this entire website blog thing was made to let people know that i fucking hate almost everything in this century so far. Including how fighting is done over the internet. If you cant get out of your mom's basement and say something to another person, face to face, than you are officially the biggest assclown in the world.
In a way it feels like I'm the pot calling the kettle black right now. Or however that retarded saying goes. Because I hate on probably 80 percent of the world on this website. But no this is different. Whatever.
Anyways. Halloween was fucking far out. A good time was had by all.
Mark Berndt held it DOWN with his Silent Bob. I didn't hear him say a word the entire night.
Fuck it.
I'm hung over, and I'm gonna eat a sandwich.
Post Script.
That Olive Garden commercial with the parents who take the girl out to dinner everytime they visit her at college or whatever. Needs to be taken off the radio/TV.
I don't know why this got approved by the Olive Garden marketing staff. Worst acting and those fuckers voices sound like nails on a chalkboard. I've never been to Olive Garden and after that stupid commercial, I will never fucking go there.
I HATE THAT COMMERCIAL SO MUCH.
Oh and Howard Manshine can fuck himself too.
Party!
H20 has the right idea.
