Eggy-Weggies, peanut brittle, black lab, conical circumference, no hablo espanol, short shorts, bikini women… tits… that is all.
I have apprenticing at a tattoo shop for approximately a month now, and I have much to show for it. For example, I have acquired the knowledge to mop and sweep floors proficiently! You might look down upon this revelation as being “petty” or “minute” but I disagree. I pity all those who undervalue the commodity of a clean floor. It is not a privilege, but an expectation!
Also, as some of you may have noticed, today is “All-James Day Eve,” the grandest of all annual holidays. I have recently been informed that many of you are under the impression that today is a fictionalized holiday known as “Hollow-Ween,” or some shit. I can only conclude that the government, under the control by the fat-cat corporations, is attempting a mass coverup of the birthday of yours truly. One can only hope that my many faithful followers continue to remain loyal. Rebel against this conformist reign of terror! October 31st is supposed to be a time to remember your dedicated leader, King Jamesies I, and I expect it to remain as such! Do not be swayed by the breeze of heresy! Shun the non-believers! Repent!
P.S. Congratulations for reading this entire blog if you have. If you have not, you have my condolences… and you can go fuck your father you cock-gobbling, son-of-a-whore, incestuous piece of monkey shi— sorry, that was rather uncalled for…
As you may have noticed (although I do have a rather minute following) I decided to take part in the international “Tumblr-Blackout.” Why, you might ask? The obvious; I wish to demonstrate the power of protest! And… well, I saw that a major portion of the populous was participating as well. Regardless, I feel that I have successfully stuck it to the man! You might accuse me of being a conformist, but… well; I can’t really deny that, can I? Not that I have ever previously made clear any attempts to rebel against the social standard place before me, but I do like to think of myself as being a well-crafted, unique, and independent being. And what better way to celebrate that then to join a mass-protest? Nonetheless, I can only hope that I have aided in a noble and well-thought-out cause. If not… I suppose that it’s too late to change my mind…
May the hippie be with you,