Monday 31 October 2011

Today I got to know that my dad wasn't kidding when he once called me partially disabled


Because apparently when you think, no matter how much- too much, less than they think you think- then you're bloody retarded. Ok, I'm being a fuckball, now? You're lucky I'm taking this sportingly or this place would be a- I dont know think of something very dismally fucked up- by now. But here you have a slightly obtuse and slightly lame graphic to stare at.


Also, because my madness comes in different fucking flavours. Here. Enjoy, Fuckers.

On a serious note, you're reading the blog of this person deemed unfit for normal human interactions, so yeah, don't tell me I didn't tell you, and you lucky fuckers who don't know me are lucky fuckers.Anonyms turned out to be the only smart ones around here. Kudos.

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