I formerly apolagise four all ov the speling and gramar misstakes i've ben macking latly. Plese dont stop reading my blog becuz I canned be bothred to proofread.
Oh, come on. Half the mistakes are puns, intentional or utherwise. Sorry I cant just be funny and proper and make fun of jorge bush all the time because that's wickid tuff to do on a consistent basis.
You know, when I was I boy, I followed my grandfatha around and shot a turkey. blah blah blah, sentimental reverie, poor me poor me, and shit I cant evin give a crap about let alone scribble with my crayons a fart on and on in th wind and claim it smells like my frat buddies ass.
so, ger drunk and be cool and pretend your educaded. Grate. Awesome. Take that cheek out of your toun gue and swalow it.
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How do you type so well with one finger in your nose and the other up your ass?
Amazing what mainstreaming can do these days.
Take a pill fuckstick.
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Mike, the official way to fight Murk is through Rock-Em-Sock-Em Robots. He and I threw down once over that on his old sports blog.
Hey man, if you mess with the bull, don't count your change.
The hillarious thing is, I'm NOT EVEN MAKING SENSE and people still get pissed.
I wonder if he knows I linked him.
Huh. He never linked me. I'm the better!
Murk teh win.
Cin Eye bee yur prufreeda?
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