dont fuck around my dog

its Saturday night, and im home. alone. blogging. wishing someone, anyone, would sign online. the only e-mail in my inbox is from myself. There is a lemon merangue(?) pie in my fridge that i cant eat. there is a pile of homework four feet away from me that i need to do. Pat has a girlfriend. Kyle has a girlfirend. Shane is talking to some females im assuming. I couldnt pull a 6th grader. my dog didnt even raise his head when i got home. my iPod is breaking. i cant play the guitar like a mother fucking riot. i smell like B.O. and lemons (see above). im listing the bad things about myself. is this the end of my life?









no mother fuck*ng way, im going to see Paul McCartney tomorrow!

The only thing that could make me happier is that all of the above were reversed, George Harrison, John Lennon were reborn and the Beatles re-formed, and voted me as their musical advisor for their new album(s), and executive producer and editor for their new movies. and there was no more sweatshops or inequality in the world. (so i dont seem selfish) and Nike began paying each of their sweatshop workers as much as Donald Trump makes a year.

i have no idea how to post pictures, so you guys can just look Paul McCartney up on google.
i have no idea how to post pictures, so you guys can just look Paul McCartney up on google.



pretend theres Paul's picture here
do you have any idea who the f*ck this is? this is fuc*ing ridiculous!

that picture, of that man, came off of a site called www.biggerthanjesus.de

who knows what those German people are up to, but they sure do know whats going on in the musical world. The Beatles were, are, and always be more popular, better looking, and more talented than any man or woman to ever walk to face of the planet, or the heavens, or Germany or wherever. have some of that God!

I DONT WANT TO FINISH TALKING, SO IM GOING TO POST THIS AND THEN MAKE A NEW ONE! nIFTY HUH