REMINDER: I’M NOT FIXING ANY TYPOS BECAUSE I’M DRUNK AND IT WILL MAKE THIS RAMBLING MORE SILLY AND INSTRESTING
Short answer? Well, I’m a male. So boobs are there.
Long answer? COCKS AND BALLS FROM BATMAN INSIDE MY MOUTH AT ALL TIMES FOR THE TIMESCAPE OF FOREVER. PERIOD.
I bet that sums it all up. But. I’ll probably go on into further detail. More than likely. Eiether way, this should be a fun, silly rambling that… you know… is something I’m known forn. Or something.
But. Here we go. Right?
- The Walking Dead. Seriously. Half way through season two… shit gets real. Fuck you.
- Searcghubg fir, “Batman sex fantasy” is never a good time. Seriously. Take my word for it. Please.
- Dustified trailers are bothering me. Kinda. buyt whatever.
- Guys never, EBER make things “complicated” as far as ansyh scope of the “relationshjip” scale is concerned. FGemales pretty much are always the ones thatr screw this up.
- SEXISM! TUMBLRY! JESUS! OUTRAGE!
- Hilary Clinton should give up on the double “l” thing. Because. Fuck that.
- Hillary Clinton’s “HEY I’M RUNNING 4 PREZ~!” Thing should just be the underwhleming sigh heard across America that it should be.
- Same goes fgor Jeb Bush. But you know.
- I always hate it when The Offspring makes sense. Even though, you know, I love, love LOCVEW their music.
- Marco Rubio should fuck off already.
- Already, I’m seeing peoples say things like, “TED CRUZ IS THE MOST EXTREMIST THINGES EVEREST EVER~!” And I’m like, “Jeus Christ. I’m sorry, Ben Franklin, we couldn’t keep it.”
- Don’t get me wrong, Ted Cruz isn’t “my guy.” Harms’ Way backs me up. But… like. Ted is far, fucking FAR from the worst possible candidates.
12.5. Obviousness should be obviousl. But….
- “Outside” by Staind… when listening on loup… it loses its meaning. Pretty much.
- IU had a dream. Like… two nights ago… where I watched the Suicide Squad trailer. And like. In the trailer… they played qotes of all the other villains. And they HYPED THE SHIT OUT OF Harley’s appearance. And. Basically. She fell completely flat. Margot Robbie, in my “dream trailer,” phoned it in. And I hated myself. And like. I probably killed myself inthat dream. Because emoness. Or something.
- Also, that dream probably had something to do with “glide flying” akin to Saint’s Row ICV. And like… jumping from place to place. And Jesus was probably in there too. Dreams within dreams. Inception style! Even though… that moviemade NO sense AT ALL! MURPH!
- Sarcasn asude, Interstellar, is, honestly, one of my least favorite Chris Nolan movies.
- Netflix/”Disney”/ABC’s Daredevil is pretty fucking fantastic. Doin’t let your kids watch it. But. Seriously. Deborah Ann Woll needs tyo show her boobs already.
- Seriously. For the sake of Harms’ Way. I’m BEGGING for birth control to become a part of the Presidential discussion.
- “But I waste… more time than anyone.” These lyrics are losing their meaning. On loop.
- Abd like… something that’s ABSOLUTLEY destroying my mind right now has to do with ISIS/ISIL/IS/Daesh/whatever. Like always, apparently.
- Louie on FX is. SERIOUSLY. And EASILY. My BEST friend.
- And… I guess… Finally…
22.7. While I was looking for a “nice rack” on Google… all I saw was lame, disgusting HUGE boobs. Fuck that. That’s all I’m saying.
- A nice rack.