Ever get annoyed? Ever feel like someone needs to be told where the dog died? Or handed a crowbar and a tub of Elbow Grease to help them pry their head out of their arse? Congratulations--you've come to the right place.

And when I'm not commenting on the latest thing to piss me off, I'm trying to figure out my own twisted life. Because, hey, I'm like that.

On a gentler note: for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety, and other assorted bullshit: You are NOT alone.

And if you're looking for a laugh, search on the key word "fuckery." It's just my little thing (as the bishop said to the actress).

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Blog Shog: Fa-la-la-la-la-FUCK YOU!

OK, I am going to echo a friend's sentiment of last week (and I forget whom)--there needs to be a universal ban on Xmas song remakes.

Because, if I owned a gun right now, I would take out EVERY FUCKING SPEAKER IN THIS BORDERS!!!!!! *slams head on the table*

Jesus, it's an abomination. Der Bingle's dust is whirling in its grave.

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