It's like working on the Panama canal.

I feel like I have malaria. I ate Arby's yesterday. Side note: Arby's smells like retards. I've always thought this since my brother brought it to my attention many moons ago. I don't mean to say retards smell like Arby's though. It's just something about the odor of roast beef and assorted processed cheeses that justs evokes a certain tard memory in my cerebellum. Since this a new blog, I need to say something. I don't want you to fucking correct me in anyway unless asked. I don't want to see fucking posts by some twat who knows what actual part of the brain controls your sense of smell. FYI: I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. Anyways, I want to crawl into a hole and die. We shall see if I make it through the night without shitting my penguin pj's. That's right bitch. PENGUINS. I'll report back when we've finished the next lock.

PS Bonus Palindrome for your asses. A man, A plan, A canal, Panama!

So it begins

I decided it was time... to throw it all away. I've given in to temptation. I am now a blogger. What the fuck has happened. This will be a chronicle of people, things, and ideas I find interesting. I hope you are all prepared. More to come shortly. Get ready for a storm.