Tuesday, July 10, 2007
In which I observe that I would rather listen to Paris Hilton bleat or see a picture of Britney's shaved public parts than to see pictures of David Beckham and his once-interesting Spice bride. I would also like to exile the Iphone and Islam and Iraq, those dreadful words that begin with I, because I'm just sick of everything having to do with them and those people who talk about those three Is are totally cultish in their attitude.
And no it doesn't surprise me that the Louisiana Senator, Vitter, stuck his pecker inside a hooker. Those politicians certainly like to fuck the rest of us too. The thing is, Vitter thinks us homos are evil and such but Jesus Fucking Christ I somehow managed to not have to pay for sex in the last 22.5 years of being a professional faggot.
My guidelines for opening my mouth and speaking:
1). tell the truth.
2). lie.
3). say nothing at all.
I won't do Number 2, despite what that certain City official suggested at that certain City meeting last week. Most often I do Number 1, because it is much easier and besides that, I watch Passions online and Pilar said very forcefully that the truth always comes out.
Number 3 comes into play if you ask me whether you look fat or whether your hair looks nice. Lord knows I want to keep my testicles intact.
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And no it doesn't surprise me that the Louisiana Senator, Vitter, stuck his pecker inside a hooker. Those politicians certainly like to fuck the rest of us too. The thing is, Vitter thinks us homos are evil and such but Jesus Fucking Christ I somehow managed to not have to pay for sex in the last 22.5 years of being a professional faggot.
My guidelines for opening my mouth and speaking:
1). tell the truth.
2). lie.
3). say nothing at all.
I won't do Number 2, despite what that certain City official suggested at that certain City meeting last week. Most often I do Number 1, because it is much easier and besides that, I watch Passions online and Pilar said very forcefully that the truth always comes out.
Number 3 comes into play if you ask me whether you look fat or whether your hair looks nice. Lord knows I want to keep my testicles intact.
