All right goddammit.
What the fuck, I mean what the fuck? After my last post I swore that I'd slow down and give everything a chance, but now all I can think is what the fuck was I goddamn thinking?
I mean, holy lord, passing a fucking tax on things that contain corn syrup? What the fuck is corn syrup? And if they're willing to pass a tax on something like corn syrup, what's to keep them from passing a tax on fucking...wait, I'll let you fill in the blank here. But don't be surprised to see the price of a Big Mac combo go up in the near future. Or a Rib eye steak at your local grocer -- after all, the Obama machine is going to dicatate what's good for us, and anything deemed not healthy will be taxed and access will be more difficult. Sons of bitches. You think I'm full of shit? This motherfucker ain't been in office six months yet, just you wait. If you like apples and fucking goddamn....fucking....lettuce for dinner I guess you ain't got much to worry about, and if you're drawing food stamps so much the better for you.
Wait, you don't believe me? Who the fuck would've ever though that goddamn Tylenol would be blacklisted? Or that prescription drugs would be taken off the market because shithead cocksuckers are dying because they abuse those drugs. Hey wait, you say, they just trying to protect you from yourself. GREAT! As though the bold face warning on any bottle of medication ain't enough to stop me from abusing the shit. You know what? I'm a dumb motherfucker, and as a result all you bastards gonna pay for it! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
What the fuck goddammit! You gonna tax my smokes, tax my beers, tax the goddamn soda I drink all in the name of saving on health care, and yet my neighbor goes out and sucks a hundred cocks and you gonna let him marry one of those cocks? What the fuck! Last I checked that was the number one cause of motherfucking AIDS, why the fuck you taxing me for getting a goddamn Coke with my Big Mac? And fuck offending any goddamn body, if you read this much you either agree with me or you were offended by the first sentence so fuck you! Keep reading goddammit.
Goddamn. And don't think I forgot about your scrawny ass bowing down to a middle Eastern King while on the same trip you failed to return the hand salute of our most senior military commander on the same trip. What, you forgot that shit? Not me motherfucker. General O' Dinero (sorry Sir, I fear I misspelled your name) was visibly surprised as he was left dangling with his salute, but he managed to recover quickly enough to shake your worthless hand without it becoming an issue.
And keep fixing these press conferences you piece of shit. Even Helen Thomas wasn't fooled, and she hasn't asked a meaningful question since Dorothy took a swirling cloud to Oz. Shit. Ask me a fucking question. I promise I won't swear if you promise not to tax me for the fucking privelage. Wait a minute -- I make less than $250,000 a year so I ain't gotta worry, right?
Ah fuck. I smoke. I drive a vehicle. I drink sodas. I drink beer. I watch a TV and keep my food in a refrigerator. I own a house that I spent thirty years paying for. Fuck. Goddamn cigarette taxes, goddamn taxes on not having a vehicle that meets your standards, goddamn energy taxes, goddamn taxes on the house I'm trying to sell not being to your standard. Son of a bitch. I wish I lived on welfare inside a government home. Shit. Talk about being fucking golden.
That shit don't even piss me off anymore. It's what's next that pisses me off goddammit. There ain't no end to this cocksucker's shit. A trillion dollars already -- fuck that. When is enough enough? All these slimy bastards that are so terrified that if we don't quit driving Tahos in the next 500 years that we're going to destroy the earth -- fuck them. If we don't quit raising taxes and spending what we don't have and what we already got will wipe us out much quicker.
What the fuck, I mean what the fuck? After my last post I swore that I'd slow down and give everything a chance, but now all I can think is what the fuck was I goddamn thinking?
I mean, holy lord, passing a fucking tax on things that contain corn syrup? What the fuck is corn syrup? And if they're willing to pass a tax on something like corn syrup, what's to keep them from passing a tax on fucking...wait, I'll let you fill in the blank here. But don't be surprised to see the price of a Big Mac combo go up in the near future. Or a Rib eye steak at your local grocer -- after all, the Obama machine is going to dicatate what's good for us, and anything deemed not healthy will be taxed and access will be more difficult. Sons of bitches. You think I'm full of shit? This motherfucker ain't been in office six months yet, just you wait. If you like apples and fucking goddamn....fucking....lettuce for dinner I guess you ain't got much to worry about, and if you're drawing food stamps so much the better for you.
Wait, you don't believe me? Who the fuck would've ever though that goddamn Tylenol would be blacklisted? Or that prescription drugs would be taken off the market because shithead cocksuckers are dying because they abuse those drugs. Hey wait, you say, they just trying to protect you from yourself. GREAT! As though the bold face warning on any bottle of medication ain't enough to stop me from abusing the shit. You know what? I'm a dumb motherfucker, and as a result all you bastards gonna pay for it! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
What the fuck goddammit! You gonna tax my smokes, tax my beers, tax the goddamn soda I drink all in the name of saving on health care, and yet my neighbor goes out and sucks a hundred cocks and you gonna let him marry one of those cocks? What the fuck! Last I checked that was the number one cause of motherfucking AIDS, why the fuck you taxing me for getting a goddamn Coke with my Big Mac? And fuck offending any goddamn body, if you read this much you either agree with me or you were offended by the first sentence so fuck you! Keep reading goddammit.
Goddamn. And don't think I forgot about your scrawny ass bowing down to a middle Eastern King while on the same trip you failed to return the hand salute of our most senior military commander on the same trip. What, you forgot that shit? Not me motherfucker. General O' Dinero (sorry Sir, I fear I misspelled your name) was visibly surprised as he was left dangling with his salute, but he managed to recover quickly enough to shake your worthless hand without it becoming an issue.
And keep fixing these press conferences you piece of shit. Even Helen Thomas wasn't fooled, and she hasn't asked a meaningful question since Dorothy took a swirling cloud to Oz. Shit. Ask me a fucking question. I promise I won't swear if you promise not to tax me for the fucking privelage. Wait a minute -- I make less than $250,000 a year so I ain't gotta worry, right?
Ah fuck. I smoke. I drive a vehicle. I drink sodas. I drink beer. I watch a TV and keep my food in a refrigerator. I own a house that I spent thirty years paying for. Fuck. Goddamn cigarette taxes, goddamn taxes on not having a vehicle that meets your standards, goddamn energy taxes, goddamn taxes on the house I'm trying to sell not being to your standard. Son of a bitch. I wish I lived on welfare inside a government home. Shit. Talk about being fucking golden.
That shit don't even piss me off anymore. It's what's next that pisses me off goddammit. There ain't no end to this cocksucker's shit. A trillion dollars already -- fuck that. When is enough enough? All these slimy bastards that are so terrified that if we don't quit driving Tahos in the next 500 years that we're going to destroy the earth -- fuck them. If we don't quit raising taxes and spending what we don't have and what we already got will wipe us out much quicker.
