Just Read it Already

I'm tired of bitching about the stupidity I see every day. Trust me I encounter some of the dumbest motherfuckers you would ever have the displeasure of meeting. My problem is that the more I notice it the less I notice anything else. It's like playing slugbug at a Volkswagon dealer. It just gets boring after a while.

So I search around and I read my friend's blogs. I read other site's blogs and then I read my own. I used to think I had some good stuff, but then I discovered there are people who write blogs about masturbating with a G.I. Joe doll crammed up their ass and they get thousands of reads per day. What the fuck is that? I guess I'm jealous. Jealous of their numbers, Jealous of their wit, Jealous that I don't have a G.I. Joe doll... ...whatever.

So what should I write about to be more edgy? Sex of course. Therein lies the problem. I really don't care. I enjoy it. I like to think I'm good at it. I hope you all do and are as well, but I really don't care who, what, when, where, why and how you fuck. It's not my thing. If you have something exciting like an orgy with midget triplets while having hot wax dripped on your nipples lying on a bed of pinecones I might be a little more interested, but who wouldn't? Really...

Of course you know that someone will do something to piss me off soon enough and we'll forget all about midget orgys (I think that's how it's spelled). At least for a while.