Fuck You, Christmas
I’m pretty fucking boring. How boring? I’m boring enough to write websites about George Bush in which I create hilarious subtle social commentary image macros saying "I’m A Pedo" in order to vilanize him to the point that it’s hard to take his actual wrongs seriously because his detractors are such big fucking morons:
I’m actually boring enough to criticize bands for selling out. For example: REM sold out because they apparently realized their jobs are going to have to make them enough money to eat. Suicide or living off your parents at the ripe old age of 50 are the only true ways to be a socialist. MUSIC WILL CHANGE THE SYSTEM! …..ZIIIING!!!
But I’m still not boring enough to complain that Christmas has been commercialized. But I will say this: It should not take me eight fucking hours to buy a 50 cent stamp. Do you know how much money I could make in eight hours, even at minimum wage? More than a fucking fifty cent stamp is worth. Fuck you Christmas.
On another note, this page doesn’t get many interesting comments that aren’t about making your penis hard in one way or another, but when it does they’re whoppers. Ok, seriously, I believe the ethics guy was the actual ethics guy, because he wrote like he writes on his site: With basic English literacy. But I find it hard to believe that Norm MAcDonald would actually ego-search his name, or, for that part, have enough time between ‘thinking about Penis’ and ‘thinking about penis’ to actually fucking BlogSearch his fucking name, or for that matter, learn how to use the internet, home of 4chan and Space Ghetto. HAY NORM MACDONALD, PENIS.
In all seriousness, the real Norm MacDonald actually made semi-decent and very underrated movies. The fact that someone would pretend to be the real Norm Macdonald in order to cyber with me is depressing at the very least. Fuck You, Fake Norm MacDonald.
Penis,
Caio
