Hello to whoever has the misfortune of stumbling across this shit show of a blog,
This is my first attempt ever and that will continue to be my excuse for the foreseeable future. Basically my personality is the consequence of spending equal parts of my childhood in Catholic schools and dive bars. I'm not sure if you've ever found yourself in this situation, but it eventually comes to you being surrounded by a pack of middle aged zombies. They smell you walk into that bar. "What is that, hope?" Then they surround and start gnawing on you. One guy starts explaining his drinking progression. "First you start with beer, then you switch to whiskey, eventually your lips go numb and then you switch to Gran Marnier." Meanwhile there's another psychopath telling you about how, if you were folded up just right, you would fit excellently into a microwave. That's alright, cotillion made up for it. Nothing helps you maintain your identity as a man like learning how to cha-cha at the Natural History Museum. In a show of solidarity, is there anyone who feels my pain, or am I the only nut job with this issue?
I apologize,
Leroy
This is my first attempt ever and that will continue to be my excuse for the foreseeable future. Basically my personality is the consequence of spending equal parts of my childhood in Catholic schools and dive bars. I'm not sure if you've ever found yourself in this situation, but it eventually comes to you being surrounded by a pack of middle aged zombies. They smell you walk into that bar. "What is that, hope?" Then they surround and start gnawing on you. One guy starts explaining his drinking progression. "First you start with beer, then you switch to whiskey, eventually your lips go numb and then you switch to Gran Marnier." Meanwhile there's another psychopath telling you about how, if you were folded up just right, you would fit excellently into a microwave. That's alright, cotillion made up for it. Nothing helps you maintain your identity as a man like learning how to cha-cha at the Natural History Museum. In a show of solidarity, is there anyone who feels my pain, or am I the only nut job with this issue?
I apologize,
Leroy