Journo entry: I don’t meditate

Sippin a coffee out here, was just tellin ratdog; dog, I don’t meditate, I do say fuck a lot, it’s the same thing so be ready for that.

Has anybody been arrested and perped walk yet pam, no?, well I certainly won’t be meditating on why the fuck not.

Moving on

I was reading this:

Was driving around when I saw this and it was really horrifying to me to think about getting into an accident with one of these monstrosities.”

They went on to explain their fears, noting that these trucks “would completely miss crumple/hard points of any car and ram through your windows.”

Gonna paraphrase a dude from Kantuckee or there abouts, sounds like Kantuckian

“I don’t think her fucking cornbread is down in the middle”

Wednesday aka Humpday, every fucking time I see ormar the BF’s fucking face, I am reminded, like it was yesterday, we brought food, and for our efforts and good will. U.S soldiers dragged and burnt in the streets of her beloved Somalia.

Sippin my coffee, ever close your eyes and point on a map then say ROAD TRIP!, I’ve done that, in this case, I pointed for information purposes only, you know, like what’s going there, pointed and of course (my luck) fuckin city of Stupid

Spoken like a true fuckin commiepinkoratbastard who knows the Art of  Taqiyya

Since it is humpday, we need some humpday stuff,

Men when looking for a mate, you spot one that piques your interest, straight away, you weigh the good points and bad then proceed with caution, true, true. Sippin my coffee here, I was hearing this Woman and thinking, I like her demeanor, her calmness in the situation, personally I like the ladies with a mane, ladies know what fuck I’m talking about, there’s a clear difference between manhandling and hurting, am I right ladies of course I am.