I am the sore thumb of the Barb, I am the fungus that grows on the toe nails of the elite, I am here to represent the best of the worst. To let you know that we are alive, and bottom feeding from your brilliance. I read your words, and have moments of insanity as I attempt to understand and comprehend what it is you say.
I am that guy that makes funny noises when he does yoga, I pray before meals at mcdonalds, I spank my children at walmart, I talk on my cell phone: in movies, between sets at the gym, in my car, in your car, on dates, and in public restrooms while I piss.
I am MR. mother fucker.
Bring on the insults.
I already know all you have to say against me.
I am a fucking queer, I do take it in the rear and up the butt from my best friend Steve, and I am wingman mother fucker. I do have issues, and I am pretentious, but what do you know? I can take your shit like a pro.
Look at me! On the defense, like a little bitch, crying and begging the bullies in middle school to stop being so mean, looking up from the ground with those sad pathetic tortured eyes “Please don’t pick on me” boo hoo, right?
The more I say the more ammunition you have to use, you witty people. So I will leave it here, a white flag, and ask for a guest pass on your forums, I promise I’ll be good I wont make no trouble. |
