That time

It is that time of year again, better buy some fucking cookies.

Boy, Gene swears that he didn’t drink much Saturday evening but he looks and feels like he stumbled into a reunion of his ex’s and they all had potato smashers and chains and such, that boy needs to start slowing down.

Don’t hitch your star to a procrastinator, your life will not get much of anywhere, just saying.

I could say glorious things without swear words but what in the fuck would be the point in that?

Carry on, godfuckingdamnit.