Hey, look, it's the newest tissue paper out, Super Bowl-theme.
To: You
From: Guess
Date: Duh
Subject: [Insert 30 seconds of thinking up a vapid subject line.]

Ahhh... Wednesday. Monday feels like it just happened and Friday seems too far away. I took a day off yesterday because, well, on this blog I'm daddy and daddy does what he feels like. OK, sorry, that won't ever come out again.

I forgot to talk about the Super Bowl. What a sleeper, huh? It was worth watching, though, just to catch a glimpse of Shawn Alexander's face after the realization of defeat had set in. God, I hate that motherfucker. He reminds me of the know-it-all, good-at-everything guy in high school.

You know what we did to those guys? We'd invite them over for a party, get them drunk, wait till they pass out, then the guys would tea-bag 'em (I will not explain what that is, in case you don't know) and take pictures after we let the girls put makeup all over them. Then we'd take the photos and post them around school.

Looking back now, that was kinda mean. Whoa. Hold on. Remorse is not in my vocabulary. That's what they deserve for being pretentious jackasses.

I also got to see UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championships) this weekend. I'm obsessed with that shit. Chuck Liddell + Randy Couture = One bad ass fight. Little factoid about me for ya: I used to train for no-holds-barred fighting when I was in 7th and 8th grade, that's why I love it so much.

Anybody have anything exciting going on in their lives? Everyone I know has been in a piss-on-Jesus mood the last week. Serious. Did I miss a major disaster or terrorist attack or something? Shit. I offered glorious bouts of sex to all the girls I know that are in somber moods. Access denied.

Don't say I didn't try.


Di-Spencer said...

Ah, Chas. See, you're the perfect example of people I despise.

Chas? What kind of name is that? You're parents must really hate you. Take your Barbie doll sister and go make incestuous kids or something.

Also, I really doubt you want to get in a debate over intelligence with msb00. Just some words of advice.

Oh, and P.S.: I'll never thank God for anything, much less more self-indulged bitches that produce stupid cracker spawn like you.

Chas said...

Wow. it sounds like you've really got me pegged. Now let me try...

I'm willing to bet that you're one of those wannabe chumps with tribal tattoos on your arm. What tribe are you from, Spencer? Probably one that worships hair gel, gratuitous hatred and over-the-top lies. If I had to, I'd guess you're from the tribe of Dogtown. Fag!

Now, go back to writing something "vapid."

Di-Spencer said...

Ouch. Ya got me, Chas. Slow down with the big words, it's a little too much for me.

Do you feel better now? I hope so. Go drink a Red Bull and try again. If I could be described in a few short words, you might even have me tapped. However, I hate hair gel; I'm more of a "wax" man.

Tribe? Slap-bitches-like-Chas tribe. It's great. I love it.

Di-Spencer said...

Oh, and "Chas," just so you know, I know your IP address. Now, I don't think Estel would be very happy if he knew his employees were writing dirty things while on the clock. Now would he?

Chas said...

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...

Lindsay said...

Oh crap, it's in this box as well?

I didn't watch the Super Bowl (shout "blasphemy", yeah, whatever). As for the teabagging... such faggy behavior. I hope you never teabagged someone. Spencer? You haven't, have you?