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January 25th, 2010
We haven’t talked about motorcycles much lately, and do you know why? Because we don’t have any fucking money, do we? Thanks Wall St. cock-smokers; I’m still riding the subway.
Motorcycles are for people who tivo Glee, anyway. Real men ride lions.
Speaking of corn-ball, how stoked were you when Glee cleaned up at the Golden Globes? I vomited into my mouth. There should be a support group for people revolted by musicals. I watched an episode of that Glee with my girlfriend once (she digs it), and afterwards I found myself dancing around in my underpants, punching mirrors, and weeping on the floor. Then I went up the Nung River.
Fucking Glee. Shit’ll drive you crazy.
Some of you are probably thinking, “What a party-pooper. Just because a TV show about a schmaltzy-ass glee club makes him vomit into his mouth at the very mention, he has to ruin it for everyone.” Well, I’m sorry. Sorry for your parents that you became the sort of person who enjoys gag inducing sugariness . They must be at their wits end.
Christ. Why do I hate it so much? I wanted to impale the drama kids when I was in high-school too! They were so spirited and ridiculous. “YAAAAY FOR US! WE’RE THE DRAMA FAGS! LET’S PLAY THEATRE SPORTS! LET’S WATCH GREASE AGAIN! WE”RE ALL FRIENDS WITH MR. DUDEBALLS THE DRAMA TEACHER, AND HE TALKS TO US LIKE WE”RE GROWN-UPS! YAAAAAY!”
Guh. So fucking gross.
I’ll tell you what I do like: Diet Pepsi and reality. I also like Arabs. They’re nuts!