so 'merica...

fuck. this. shit.

no. really. fuck this shit.

hello...this is hard to do...

been a while, huh?

the other day or mebbe last week, who knows, i surely don't.

so many days so much stupidity in each of the days...

(lace 'em up, and get ready to glide, swim, dive, or perform some masterful maneuvers, like not dropping an f-bomb...)

stupidity and days all blended together like ice cream cones swirled in a centrifuge. morphed into a colorless morass of chilly sugary stupidity and ass-clownery.

so much dipshittery, nincompoopery, and idiocy...i.don't know where to start.

a third debate? really?
as if the first two changed minds.
more chance of changed minds on an fB debate...

my plan is to not use the f-bomb in this blog today.
and this. is. difficult.
i think. i.can.

more difficult than you think...

(leaping double axle...(SP?))

i will check my tongue. saving up to savor the next stupendous stupidity...

i have dropped the f-bomb at least 2,327, 480 times since I last wrote a blog here...give or take a few thousand, but you can google shit that let me know if i am off a few thousand or what.

I may HAVE dropped it last week-end.
mebee few too many times...
possibly once or twice with a microphone,
it may have caused a slight issue with some people...

i may have had to have to apologize to the hosts...
they may have been displeased.
alcohol may have been involved.

(the thing-y where it is really hard to do and a bunch of people go oooh and ahhh)

Siri actually auto corrects the f-bomb for me.
and places it in sentences.
i have been lucky to not let it slip out in a sober text...
but drexting, all bets are off.

i still love the way it rolls of the keyboard and my tongue.
SO.
VERY.
DIFFICULT.

(spinn-y thing-y off the high board into the water like a knife)

i am still at the ready to drop it on the unprovoked, unsuspecting masses.

but there is always next time, the next chance, the next sentence.
for today, I will not drop it, but you can imagine it, like a side arm, loosely holstered...
because in less than a month there will be a new bumbling-ass clown in the oval office...

(double flip backwards somersault with a twist and some other bullshit)

and i will need to un-holster the word righteously and with much outrage!
cuz there will be the latest idiocractic malfeasance...

but for now.
the calm before the storm.
the day before tomorrow.
the last ditch of sanity as we are bulldozed into the chaotic chasm

of newpotus americanus.

remember, you can still write me in.

or mickey mouse.
(dismount)

see that!
i stuck the landing!

judges award?

8.7
8.9
8.5...

really?

no!

fuck that.

it was  9.8!

i'm back!

cuz I fuckin can be!

i am thinkin i am lucky to be alive, what with all the terrible weather that was headin' our way.

remember when we had to live by our wits and did not have a goddam weatherman squakin at us every five minutes?

tellin' us how bad it was gonna be?

and we actually lived life, unknowingly at deaths door from the biggest fuckin storm of the century that was coming our way? and survived?

notice I did not use weatherperson?
no offense to my female friends, but...

i am tired of political correct labels...
cuz they are still fucking labels!

so. fuckin. tired.

remember when we did not have a supercomputer in our pocket/ hand/ on the fuckin table...that we looked at every fuckin five seconds?

playin with it like all the fuckin time?

if i grabbed my dick as much as i grab my fuckin phone, i would prolly be accused of being a pervert...

if someone else grabbed my dick as much as i grab my fuckin phone, i would be a happy camper!

fuckity fuck fuck!

turn off and turn on to actually being there...
i know you can't...
go back...
to the future or the past...

but i can't wait until i retire and turn the damn thing off for good...

except when i wanna play bejeweled...or take a pic of my dog...

still available at an icloud near you...
celebrity porn...

if you did get hacked...
why the fuck do you have nudes of yourself?
hey guess what?
don't fuckin take nakkid pics of yourself and the world will never see em!

i didn't have any of my selfie porn hacked from the cloud...
oh, yeah... all those many hours of nudy-selfies...
remember you can't un-see some shit, so fuckin watch at your own risk...
CUZ I DID NOT HAVE ANY TO FUCKIN HACK!

don't send pics of your dick
don't fuckin do it.
i know it sounds like a good idea...
not really, but...
don't send pics of your junk and you will have one less thing to worry about.

boobs are meant to share
that's why they are a pair
do'en wanna show 'em?
do'en wanna know em?
seriously? c'mon...
keep your goddamn shirt on!
i do'en feel no pity
mebbe that is shitty
whiney-ass look-at-me's
aka, celebrities,
bitchin' about their privacy
but wan' everyone to see me
but da fuck?
fuck a duck?
shoulda never took it
an' no one can look it
your nudies don't be hacked
wit your shirt on your back
and your knickers
off your shit kickers...

...i'm out...

BET in 2016
really?
what have you got to lose?
i can fuck that shit up with the best of them!

good bye...

i'm am shutting down this blog.
as of April 15th it will all be gone.
no reason...
other than lack of interest in blogging,
blogger eats boogers
and i have moved on.

anger is a poison.

it eats away at your being, and takes more energy than dismissing the stupid douchecanoe that deserves a beating, you so desperately want to give and they so desperately deserve.

less is more.

this blog was fun. I enjoyed it all. but alas, i have no more rants. life is short. i have no time for stupidity, even tho it abounds!

for those of you that still want to hear these ramblings...

fuck that...

never mind...

there is nothing here to see...

til next time,
keep it stupid, simple!