Who the shit is Gary Glitter

3000d6 rending social commentary hits

Or should I say qweero.  Heroine?  Aunt Hazel's big magic bag of capital H, ride that fucking pony and give that G.man some wings 'n gravy.  Shut it, this brave homo had the courage and smooth, smooth balls to do something none of you assholes ever have: use polite but fruity civil protest and questionable assault to draw attention to the fact that Newt Gingrich is a shining, exemplary human being.  In fact, don't bring him in the sun 'cause he'll sparkle.  Newt Gengis 2012! 

Man fuck politics.  If I gave a shit about America I'd be all politic, but I don't, so therefore I am.  You know what I do give a shit about?  Dark Eldar.  First, respect son, they are your eldars.  Third, these are some sick motherfuckers I can get on board with.  I mean, most days I have to repeatedly beat myself in the nuts with a hammer while I masturbate just to feel alive.  Pain tokin'!  Speaking of...

420

That's the largest this fucking font can go?  Kind of anti-climatic.  Just like my hunched goblin.  Four hundred twenty fuckin' hits when I checked this page son, guess what that means.  I don't know I'm asking.  Is that a lot of really bored ppl out there, or just one person giving me 420 pity clicks.  Why the fuck ain't you been sending me money.  Or, jfc, at least some fucking death threats.  What am I supposed to read to my kids for a bedtime story.  Lolojk reading is for librarians and ppl w/'jobs.'     

This blog is lame.  Apparently the world ends this weekend so who really gives a fuck.  Do you know what your mother will be doing then?  No I'm asking.  Psykers write in.  40k4Life!  Actually I'll prolly just be mowing the lawn.  What?  Yes dear I'm coming.  Shit can I sit for five fucking minutes, God! 

Get motivated, lazy

The one who thinks it can't be done
is usually being passed up by someone doing it

So true.  Wait, did I say 'Abortion?" lolsomg, that should be 'Ambition.'  No shit, it's real too, at that place your mother "works".  Quote fingers!  No not that street corner the other one.  Except every time my retarded mind sees it out of the corner of my eye I see 'Abortion.'  Then I start giggling.  Motivational posters are so fucking gay.  Not like SanFranal sex gay or Northern Minnesota woodsman lesbian gay.  Like dumb gay.  Also pc is gay.  Stupid shit like motivational posters wouldn't exist in reality if it wasn't for jobs.  Q:  why did god invent jobs.  A:  to keep everyone from having orgies all day and killing each other.  And aids.  

Are jobs really so bad that they have to resort to subliminally overt brainwashing techniques?  Yes. 




Your boss thinks he's better than you,
and he's right.

 
If you were any good at shit, you'd be boss.  Zing!  Also, you wouldn't have such a receding hairline and wouldn't have sex with a warmed up can of refried beans every night.  Put that in your taco, fucker.    

Why can't everyone just tell it like it is all the time.  When I feed my son, I don't say, "eat your num-nums" I say "here's some gross pureed vegie shit you won't prolly like but you don't know better 'cause you're a baby."  That's a lie.  I don't have a son.  And baby food is fucking delicious.  I once ate nothing but baby food and crack cocaine for a year on a dare.  I dared myself.  That's a lie too.  See?  Why this ball flappin', twat clappin' perfunctory dancin' like we both don't know what's going on.  Just say it like it is.



Tell your 'rents and/or Uncle Sam
thanks for the 60k. The unemployment
line is over there, sucker!


Maybe if I would have went to collage I would know how to spell college.  But then why would I be so bitter.  Fuckin' catch 22.  



See above



You snide, judgemental piece of re-worked treeflesh.  Life sucks enough without some pretentious sheet of paper telling me what to do.  Or maybe, reverse psykology, I'll tell it to my 'nads

Or you're going in the fucking trash along
with my youth, my hairline, and last
night's refried vagina.

Jobs and posters can both suck my ass.  Like I don't have my wife, Buddha, and that little red man sitting on my shoulder to tell me what to do.  No, not an Indian midget, you racist/sizist.  I think his name is Stan.   

I think I'm turning Tauenese

I know, I know.  The big news this week.  We got 'em.  I got 'em.  Tau.  I got some Tau.  When Japan died in that earthquake and got necrophiled by the media, I thought, man, I should really get to know these guys.  So your mother looked into it, and shit, Japan are cool!  In respect for Japan, I donated lots of money to their relief fund bought lots of Tau.  Man, I love Tau, they're great, and as a concept not a stereotype in the slightest!  40k epiphany!:

Tau=space Asians (or, 'spasians')

Space Marines=Galactic Aryan Supermen

Salamanders=as above, in blackface

Tyranids=Republicans from outer space

I mean, come on, one chapter in a million is black.  If that kind of ratio of whites to non-whites existed in reality it would be called Montana. 

Tau are so super that I have super non-stereotypical tactics when I play them:

Kamikaze! 

Load all my shits into flying cars and

drive them straight into the enemy.  Kroot must sit in the back!

Okinawa-Style Hide and Go Seek!

All Tau go ground all time!  Great happy fun!

Sepuku!

When I lose to my 10 year old nephew,

whip all my Taus up against the wall in embarrassment and disgust!

Whatever.  I didn't make Tau, I just play them.