Nirvana fucking blows and Kurt is dead. And he sucked alive almost as bad as he sucks garnering maggots.
Two weird things happened today... I got home and I had an MSN convo box from a gentleman I went to high school with asking "What the hell? Where's you hockey dump post?" Weird. I had no idea anyone read this other than me. It's always kind of been like the quiet moment when you wipe your asshole and then fold the tissue with me and this blog. I just knew Williams has been watching me wipe my corn. Anyhow, then I went to make an apologetic post and had also been called out by Mr. Williams for the same thing. Weird. WEIRD WEIRD MIKE WEIR.
A list of excuses, all true, are as follows:
2) Hard Booze
3) Hard Drugs
However, due to powers similar to The Mentalist (which happens to be one of my favorite shows, WHO KNEW!), I can tell you exactly what happend on Cunt's Corner tonight!
Dunce hates the french, Dunce hates the way the penguins are playing hockey, Dunce loves gold medals around 18 year old boys he would never pine for, Dunce loves Irish GMs, Dunce loves Irish Quinn even more than Irish Burke!!!... Double Ontario Irish LETS DO THIS!, Spec7ral got a fucking raging hard one when Dunce mentioned the war (even though I was watching football).
Side note: Avalanche of regret? Are you fucking serious? I'm trying to drink liquids over here!