Three Things.

Over the past 24 hours, I’ve come to the following 3 conclusions:

1. Fuck pickle juice. Ever heard someone say, "Here! Chase that vodka shot with some pickle juice?" DON’T FUCKING DO IT! Of course it gets rid of the alcoholic kick…. AND REPLACES IT WITH THE DEVIL’S CUM.

2. All you mother fuckers who don’t use your blinker have a special spot reserved in Hell. Engineers did not design the tick-tock lever so that you could oh-so casually ignore it when you’re turning into the local Dairy Queen to get your lactose fix. SIGNAL PEOPLE! All it takes is the flick of your wrist and BAM. Fucking magic.

3. WTF is Kei$ha (however the fuck you spell her name)? That fact that a symbol is used in that name makes me want to lynch her and let rabid boars rape her lifeless body. You silly insigniCUNT. Also, why is this being classified as music? BIG TIME FAIL, GENERATION XY and Z.

Whoa…anger. I almost turned green and destroyed my purple sweats. ……but me thinks that would have been a good thing because fuck purple sweats.

EDIT:
So I apparently pissed off the OD Gods (most likely with my Kei$sha statement….or maybe they are the fucker who doesn’t use their blinker. Regardless..OD SPAZZED…so here is my repentance. I don’t REALLY wish that upon her (okay maybe a little). My blinker statement remains the same. Seat. In. Hell.