Uh so you say I point it up for safety sake?

Hello...Hello...is this thing on? Shaka shock. Shaka Kowsky. Mike works. Well I didn't mean to start a blog just talkin to a friend and this may be the last blog I write. I dunno but well here we are.  Might as well get in to some good old fashioned ranting and piss some people off.s

So what about these people that thinks the world owes them a living? They've done nothing it seems but take up precious space but they think it's perfectly fine to glut up the gravy most of them get fat over thirty five while they laugh at the starving. Not that beautiful fat either. I mean the bacon grease fat. The barbecued chips fat.  If I had a nickel for every cancer ridden, bacon  grease mother slappin, crab infested, sour grapes,  poor excuse for a female that ruined my other chances with real women just so she could have the chance to take up space on my couch all day and sweat grease.  Hmm...I got a pile of crap in this hand to eat or nothing in the other. I think I'll grab some soap with my other hand and wash my hands of them all. I've settled for the wrong person before just to a have a modicum of normal well adjusted life. I stay alone you vat toxic chemical and harbinger of vile corrosive fumes. You narcistissistic disorder of a plague to future man. I won't do that again. Put those pigs in the pen where they belong. Oooh baby let me get lost in the rolls of your sweaty stinky layers of skin. An onion you ain't. Disgusting.