You're All Fucking Diseased

Fuck the dress! Fuck the colors! Fuck your fucking eyes and the cones in them! Fuck your idiotic fucking posts with your. "Scientific" explaination why it... Fuck your friends for sharing it! Did I say fuck you? Oh, well fuck you some more! Shit the fuck up about the stupid fucking picture of the ugly ass dress you lemming shit! Who the fuck cares!? And what ever your answer to that last question, FUCK THEM!!! You all need to kill yourselves and spare the "normal/smart" people your idiocy... FUCK!!!

The Anti Anti-Valentine

Hooray it's Valentines Day once again and to many it brings feelings of the love and happiness that is intended. You trade gifts go on this and celebrate your love and your lover. Then there are you other sad dick weasels... Those of you who feel it is your duty to stand up and shout the the fucking world "NO ONE WILL FUCK ME SO FUCK VALENTINES DAY!" And it's pathetic... You self involved, deluted, entitled, pieces of shit really need to sit down, shut up, stay off the internet, and get over yourselves. Stop trying to take a crap on people's happiness by forcing your retarded hatred for this holiday everywhere you go! We get it, your single and don't have anyone to spend today with and you shouldn't be forced to endure an endless parade of happy couples being lovey dovey and enjoying themselves while you wallow in lonesome misery... Oh wait... ITS A FUCKING HOLIDAY !!! If you don't like it don't leave the house! Oh but it's your "right" to shit on Valentines day. Fuck your rights and fuck you. Then it's my right to show up at your  "Anti-Valentines day uncelebration" and pass out candy hearts and goofy cards dressed like a fucking cherub RIGHT?! Take today for what it should be you ignorant cunts! Go to work and instead of acting like a bitch shitting on love do what you did in elementary school. Find the goofiest silly little cards stick a piece of shitty candy inside and seal it with a glittery heart sticker and pass them out. The nostalgia alone will bring a smile to everyone's face and maybe, just maybe, you won't feel like such a lonely little douche nozzle. And if that doesn't work fuck I dunno... Kill yourself I guess... It's your right after all isn't it? 

Dad of the Year!

Ok so where should I begin? 

Crotch rocket father here is asking to lose his poor child. He is barely on the back of that wind up toy! His fat ass father is taking up too damn much room and his only hand hold is a bunch of fat folds!!! And like we've come to expect from these asshats he's ZIPPING IN AND OUT OF TRAFFIC... WITH HIS KID!!! Fuck me running...

Next we'll continue from the ground up...

CROCS?!?! CROCS IS YOUR FOOTWEAR OF CHOICE?! What the serious fuck will that protect you from?! Oh and the thin cotton pajama pants? What do when you pop a hard on your kid gets a better grip?! And he didn't dress that poor kid any better! Yeah sure he made him wear a helmet... One gold star... And speaking of helmets NICE ELBOW PAD JACKASS!!! Do as I say not as I do huh? I guess it's better off that way cause when when he cuts off the wrong redneck and his pickup truck and clips his bumper drops the bike and smashes his skull open on the black top before he gets run over by other drivers he won't have to take care of his paralyzed son who's head and brain were kept in tact while his limbs were torn off his little body when he too gets run over by oncoming traffic... 

Fuck...

God Must Hate Me...

Ok let's just say that while you were at work some jackass decides to lose his damn mind a spew a litany of physical and violent threats to you in front of your co workers and at least one of the management staff and you sit down to talk to your boss about wanting to take these threats seriously so it doesn't continue to happen turning your job into a hostile work environment. Then assume that he says he'll look into it and act accordingly... (Uh huh) Then after a long day you'd love nothing more than to go home, have a drink, and kill something in a video game but you know there's no booze to be found. What do you think would be one f the last things you want to happen when you arrive at your door? If you guessed THE DOORKNOB CRUMBLES IM YOUR HAND YOUR RIGHT!!!! But it gets better folks. Because when I call "EMERGENCY FUCKING MAINTENANCE" TO FIX THE GAPING HOLE IN MY DAMN DOOR he says he'll be here at 7:30am... NOT 1 FUCKING AM WHEN I MAKE THE DAMN CALL!!! What the hell is wrong with everyone? Your on call shit head! That's the fucking point!!! I hope that some psychopath skips my fucking door to torture his family while he watches!!! At least then I'LL FEEL BETTER ABOUT NOT GETTING TO SLEEP TONIGHT BECAUSE WHO THE FUCK CAN SLEEP KNOWINT THAT THERES IS A GOD DAMNED MOTHER FUCKING HOLE IN THE SHITTY FRONT DOOR THIS GHETTO COMPLEX PROVIDES!!! Son of a BITCH!!! Who do I have to kill to catch a fucking break in this world?! Show them to me and I'd gladly end their miserable fucking exsistance... Oh please please please tell me it's that fuck who's SUPPOSED TO BE ON CALL TO FIX THIS SHIT!!! I hope the property manager is getting a good nights rest because I'm gonna start his work day off rough... 

What's the point?!

Ok, so I make the decision not to get drunk, go to bed before 4am, and be a responsible fucking adult. So why the dick can I not get any damn sleep?! Have you ever noticed if you KNOW you have something to do the next day and you do the right thing by trying to prep for the day and end up like the walk dead instead! I am so damn sick of this fucking insomnia shit!!! Fuck... Let's see any of you function on as little sleep as I do... And I know boo hoo poor whitey and his first world problems but FUCK YOU! This is my rant... Deal with it!

What?!

Too tired to have a rant... Go fuck yourself...