So, I haven't posted for a while. What are you going to do about it? Cry like a freaking baby with blood in it's mouth. Fuck off. I am going to post again soon, so stop bawling. But I must warn you of the following:
This blog is going to make a left turn into those dark woods over there. Those scary looking cocksuckers that will take a bite out of your skull if you piss on the wrong bark. This blog will host the type of story you won't want to read but will anyway because you're a curious cat. Sure it may alienate a few readers, but who needs pussies when there is plenty of cock around... and when we turn onto the dirty path that leads into that filthy, fucking forrest there will be an ass-load of cock around. So open wide.
Of course this may be just a passing fancy, a brief flight into the absurd. But we have all experienced such wanton craziness. The kind of sickness that allows us to visualise dead babies and AID's babies and other baby related madness while masterbating to porn. It happens to us all and we should not be ashamed. We should embrace such urges and give them names to personalize them and make them unique to us. Yes, it is only natural. We should not ignore it.
Anyway, get back to work you lazy fart eaters. The change is coming and you will need money to pay for your impending crack addiction.