Everyone is against me, I am against everyone
As the unanimously elected Hero of We Did It, I have decided to fart in this blog with my rancid misanthropic thoughts.
Whenever I am acting, I imagine that I am the sole survivor of an ancient, omniscient race long gone from this universe we know and love. I was left behind to watch over humanity and eventually lead a sketch comedy group to the gates of heaven, where we may rule over Earth and fart upon fartless heathens.
I just discovered that I am out of antibacterial hand soap. As a result, microscopic fecal matter is being spread all over Sean McCoy's keyboard as I type this up. Yes, I took a break from my transcendental writing to poop.
Back to the point, my superior acting hales from the fact that I am better than any living person on this planet.
And I might have a hygiene problem. Poop particles.
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5 comments:
I'll net against you anytme big boy.
hmm.. that comment made more sense before my ipod touch's auto spelling got a-hold of it
That's disgusting, and I take offense for Sean. expect sex particle in your bed soon.
That's my woman, ladies and gentlemen!
I think what I love most about our blog, is that it is just so full of class. And Particles. Class and Particles. In fact, our mascot should be a big poop/sex particle with a god damn top hat and monocle, fucking high heeled shoe full of wine in one hand, jade cigarette holder in the other with that mother fucker exclaiming "Darling, I don't know whether to dance or murder everyone!"
Also, I was picking at my scabs while I wrote this. So now there are scab particles.
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