Saturday, April 7, 2012
Retardo, don't go... I love you, Retardo!
When I'm out walking and reading at night after work, and enjoying some nice, tasty malt liquor, it's easy for me to get distracted and to start thinking about depressing stuff that doesn't bother me nearly as much when I'm not half shnockered. As a result, sometimes I wind up posting silly, self pitying crap here which I don't even remember blogging. Then, a few days later, when I'm browsing around my blog, I'll discover something retarded that I'd posted a few nights ago, and only then will I remember getting all boo-hooey and blogging about it while half shnockered off of a couple cans of Steel Reserve. That shit's gotta stop, Retardo. Huh? No, not the Steel Reserve. The retarded blogging has gotta stop. Ergo, Retardo, in vino est veritas, sed fieri infirmis non jucundum.