Wankers

So apparently, and I just learned this today.  So I’ll share it with you just in case you didn’t know this.  Apparently if you go to a strangers house to drink, and you see a slow cooker, cooking meat you have to turn it off without telling anyone that is what you did.  Why?  Cause you’re a fucking asshat.  So at dinner time, hungry and ready to eat, my meat isn’t done.  Insert your joke there, and lets move on so I can be pissed again.  I mean, fuck.  Fucking wankers.

Ninja monkeys are meeting as we speak, plotting my demise. This is not just an idle statement, no. This is a promise, a threat, and a homonym. Sometimes I have to apply ointment to the elephant in the room while in other instances pants are opshunal. Never forget to have a beer and enjoy the conversation.

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