The blog doesn't do shit bringing out my personality. My hue if you will. I don't even know who I am anymore or why I like sweet and salty popcorn. I traditionally hate fucking popcorn. Each time I see popcorn I immediately see Orville's face. And when I get a glimpse of Redenbachers's face in a grocery aisle I think of Mr. Furley. It's fucked up. I don't see popcorn. I see old men.
Maybe it's mission accomplished at Popcorn Mission Control. Maybe there's someone at a desk somewhere overlooking aisles quietly murmuring, "yes!" Don't laugh, I often get the feeling someone is watching me in a grocery store. "Ooo, get a loadadisguy he's going for the no-name brand! Loser! Someone sucks his dick?"
I have no idea anymore why I even bother with this crap. I'm pissed off these days; especially with people I disagree with. I hate them. No. I don't think hate is a strong word. When I say hate I mean hate in the sense I hate...people.
/burps. No, really. I just burped. Just had a a bean and rice burrito.
So.
Louis CK is a funny guy. Like Tommy in Goodfellas.
His nigger bit is a non-sequitur for words. That's how I roll and for him to bring it to comedic life so well is so damn cool.
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