Neurotic Club Goer

I wonder if girls get lint in their vaginas. Does it matter? I think about these things. I once found a really long hair from a girl's head in her vagina, and it went on my penis. I'm like, "yeah, let's just stop for a bit."

I'm constantly getting grossed out. Sex is better with the lights off. Sex is better when you're inebriated, but it's hard to understand some of these shit-faced vegetables who mumble, and drool that you see around, who pick up chicks at the end of a night in a club. From personal experience, my friend left with this guy, who was completely hammer-smashed, and he couldn't even hail a cab properly, how the fuck can he even manage sex? I was dumbfounded, I thought at the time that I was a lot more useful than this asshole -- for sex I mean -- why take him home? A total shit-bird. But I'm not bitter, just amazed by certain encounters with these mutants. Out of my way creatures, I'm getting a beer.

I played arcade Tetras at the club I was at, and I talked to a girl who really needs to find her friend. Yeah, sure, that line. I wasn't trying to court you, I don't even care, I considered you entertainment for the time being while I waited for my friend to get out of the bathroom. I felt like a puppy dog, fallowing my friend around. I danced with her to music I don't even like, and I put in some effort. Someone might as well just take a shit in the middle of the dance floor, and clear everyone out, and then I could leave here. It's like someone took a shit on the dance floor.

What's with DJs playing a good song that's sampled for five seconds, then it's mixed in with some random electro tripe? Is it to lure people in to dance? What a tease. Bastards. And beginning a song, then switching to a different song, mid song, that's A.D.D. my friend. I yelled out, "play the whole fucking song!" And I made waves, because some of the cretans there agreed with that.

Apart from my constant bitching, I somewhat enjoyed the Tetras. And my friend I was with bought me drinks, but she didn't take me home. But that's okay, because I didn't want to have sex with her.

If You Want Chocolate Ruined For The Rest Of Your Life Stop Reading

This is incredibly disgusting, but I feel I should report on it. A very good friend of mine brought this to my attention, apparently there's rat shit in most chocolate, especially in more expensive chocolates. "Rat feces in chocolate you say?' Yeah, there's even rat hair in cereal. Now give me a second while I go and vomit. Ugh, horrible.

I was craving chocolate all week, now my stomach is upset. I already knew that milk has cow mucus in it, that is known, but rats shitting in the chocolate vats, like, can't they do something about that?

God, what else can I spoil for myself? What other crap is our food? Well, insects, and micro organisms, and harsh chemicals, but I can live with that. At least there's no shit in my beer, but there is formaldehyde.

I found this store recently that has a lot of cheap chocolate bars, Hershey and other names, and these chocolate pretzels I really like. I had a mad-lust craving for them, now I can do without them.

My sister always made fun of chocolate when we were younger, like she was eating shit. Now there Is shit in it. So the joke is on her for eating it? -- Not funny? I think I'm going to go vomit again.

One Year Anniversary

The Cookie Monster looks like he wants to eat that pink girl, thing. He wants her cookie.

Hey, so this is my one year anniversary post!

Jeez Louise, I can't fucking believe it. I thought I would have gotten bored, and quit after the first five. Seeming how my Blog was only popular for one month, according to my traffic feed. I think I mentioned Lady GaGa, I think that was it. But then people stopped giving a fuck, but that's alright. You really have to stay current in any sort of media based way, or people lose interest fast, and don't give a shit. I don't really give a shit, that's why I made this Blog to broadcast that fact.

I met a few interesting people because of le Blog, my Blog. My Bluhh.

I think I need another post about masturbation. Yeah, right. I'd make it mutual masturbation this time. I'm so good at masturbating a girl, I should time how long it takes for them to orgasm, and try to beat that time like it was some sort of sexual competitive sport. Sport fuck, yeah, on my sports car. Mind the turtle wax, it's slippery.

Anyway, thanks to the people who read this thing. If it wasn't for you I'd think I was schizophrenic. But maybe I am, what's it to you? Okay, whatever, let's hope I don't last another year. Another year full of bullshit.

And what day is this? Oh, it's September 11th, the day that thing happened on. 9/11 -- yeah, the big fucking lie.

Let's hope there's a revolution against all of this privacy theft, but I doubt it. Big Brother, suck my dick! And if that's too incestuous then you can watch me beat it, because I know you are. But that might sound a bit overly paranoid.

Right, I need a beer.

I bet half of you think I'm a fat, disgusting, hairy slob. But I'm an overly opinionated, skinny white-guy. With a shaven dick.

Excuse me, COCK. I prefer that word.