You know, I'd rather be dead than be stupid. Stupid people are killing us, literally dragging us down. And I'm not talking about a socially stratified definition of stupid. I mean, I go to fucking grad school with people of all ages that I would consider to be complete fucking morons. And you know who you are!
I know people who know nothing but farming who're smarter than some of the fuckheads I work with. The sad part is that these idiot co-workers of mine think they've earned a place in academia. Fuck. You know, if I wasn't afraid of getting sued, I'd record audio from some of these numbnuts that qualified as graduate students and post it up here for all to see. There's this one fucknut who's got the IQ of a bushel of radishes. He's fucking RETARDED.
His stupidity is so....it... causes me so much stress that I can't think about anything except Gallagher and how much fun he had smashing watermelons with that fucking 20lb mallet. This guy is that big of an IDIOT. And it's not just me; just so you know. There's women old enough to be my mother in this MBA program, and even they express a yearning for the Gallagher mallet. That's when I KNOW you're officially a fucktard; when I'm not the only person who wants you dead.
Really though; the motherfuckin' icing on this shitcake is that this guy got a degree from a nationally recognized university. I'm talking about a college that has a stellar academic and athletic program. If I said the name, you people would be astounded. SLACK-JAWED even. And yet somehow this choad-for-brains managed to graduate and end up polluting MY fucking grad program! Jesus. Jesus fucking Mary and God for fucking saken Joseph. Yes. He is that stupid. Where the fuck do we find these people? Is the state running out of funding so much so that we have to let these retards into the colleges to get state income from their tuition?? STOP THE MADNESS!!!!
This blog is so gay. It might even be the gayest blog on the internet. All you ever do is talk shit and complain. You're just as bad as the people you rail on; cuz all you ever do is piss and moan like a little bitch. Grow some testicles, quit listening to the goddamn emo, cut your fucking hair, and maybe one day you'll be a real boy. Bitch.
I dig the complaining. Any asshole can talk about politics, their night out with Craig and Janet and offer psuedo intellectual opinions on the Brady Bunch reunions.
Complaining takes tenacity and a bitter individual. To complain, day in and day over the long haul takes endurance. Grinding it out every day on your leather ass. It's not for the meek.
Balls.
Lick 'em.
bitter and tormented... those are 2 of the big attributes of a blogger.
Stamina and sleepless nights are the marks of the blogger elite. That and maniac typing ability.
Hey SHank, have you gotten your sitemeter shit yet? Or blogpatrol?
So, if I hear you correctly...you're pissed off at someone?
Shart, love, haven't you ever heard of maddox? The Best Page in the World? That dude makes AT LEAST, adn I'm low-balling here, a cool million a year off his website, where he rips people to shreds, mocks and teases, and even takes apart the blogosphere that he has crowned himself king of - and wins. Shank's no Maddox, I've seen his bathroom, but I read him every week.
So what did you do today?