Hello bastards, i know it has been a long time since the last time posted on this shit, i just want you to know that i'm still alive and i still remember the password of this shit. Yeah i know it's pretty sad to remember that it has been a pretty long time since the last time i posted on this shit, i just want you to know that i'm still alive and i still remember the password of this shit. And then i will tell you how sad i recall the last time i posted on this shit, i just want you to know that i'm still alive and i still remember the password of this shit. And so on.
I've started to loose the hell of writing world and i feel pretty bad, i'm not even sure that there would be someone who is going to laugh when they read my recent writings like me myself when i read my old posts until this very second. Yes i know that i have lost my ability to entertain through this media because yeah it has been a pretty long time.
And if you guys wondering, no i'm not trying to make a comeback, i have no more passion left to blog the shit out of my world, even if i have the desire to, but no, not now, maybe someday. And if i do, of course i should publish the fuck out of this and that was something i don't want to do, i mean the fear of being failed kicks me right between my balls, i'll explain it if you don't understand. Men have 2 balls on our crotches, it scientifically called testicles, and the position of the testicles themselves made an awkward shape of thing, i have them but i'm not sure what they look like, they look like... Testicles, nothing else. and the testicles wrapped in an odd piece of thing called scrotum. Scrotum looks like... Scrotum. It functioned as a temperature conditioner to testicles, and why in the world do i explained those things, i was going to explain the feeling of failure to publish and gaining viewers but hell no i'm great, because i have balls. I mean, used to get at least 50 viewers after publishing new post, and that was the time when Justin Bieber himself is greater than Abraham Lincoln, i mean really, i loved Justin Bieber, loved, and i still regret that Adam and Eve ate the one and the only motherfucking forbidden shit in their world. And absolutely i would not have gained as many viewers as i used to have when this thing was on its hottest age.
It's a shame that i said i'm afraid of failure of gaining viewers, but yet i still publish it, because hell i'm great.
And i still wondering why do i write this shit? At this time? Just so you know it's 3 in the morning and i could have been more productive, like maybe do Jumping Jacks while singing Bohemian Rhapsody across the houses, or maybe take a bath in the ditch of iran's oasis, or maybe masturbate, yeah, why do i write this shit instead of masturbating? And the only answer is the same thing you guys always asked in this past few years, how could Dumbledore died of Avada Kedavra instead of old age? I mean, he's like 150 years old, and a guy with his age must have been walking down the street with an oxygen tube and a wheelchair, even though, i'm not really sure a guy with his age could walk, that's why i said a guy with his age would walking down the street with a wheelchair, and that doesn't count as walking, and the fuck i was talking about?
I mean really, he's a great guy, Liam Neeson, he is a God of Greek, a former CIA agent, and a Jedi, but thank god Darth Maul splitted him into two, so Perseus could slaughter the Kraken then turn it into giant octopus fries, and here i go again lost in what i was going to talk about. Now i should read the previous 2 paragraphs to get back the topic we were talking about. Fuck.
And just so you know that i really just re-read the previous 2 paragraphs to find the real topic. I wrote this because.... I don't know, i just suddenly wanted it, and it makes me feel good, you guys should try to write something, and if you can't, start to write your current emotions instead of using verbal communication to get them fuck off your chest, you'll feel good, and it would have been better if you write while eating Ferrero Rocher, i guarantee it, Ferrero Rocher fixes everything, Ferrero Rocher is love, Ferrero Rocher is life.
Aaaaaaaaannndddd fuck this shit.
I've started to loose the hell of writing world and i feel pretty bad, i'm not even sure that there would be someone who is going to laugh when they read my recent writings like me myself when i read my old posts until this very second. Yes i know that i have lost my ability to entertain through this media because yeah it has been a pretty long time.
And if you guys wondering, no i'm not trying to make a comeback, i have no more passion left to blog the shit out of my world, even if i have the desire to, but no, not now, maybe someday. And if i do, of course i should publish the fuck out of this and that was something i don't want to do, i mean the fear of being failed kicks me right between my balls, i'll explain it if you don't understand. Men have 2 balls on our crotches, it scientifically called testicles, and the position of the testicles themselves made an awkward shape of thing, i have them but i'm not sure what they look like, they look like... Testicles, nothing else. and the testicles wrapped in an odd piece of thing called scrotum. Scrotum looks like... Scrotum. It functioned as a temperature conditioner to testicles, and why in the world do i explained those things, i was going to explain the feeling of failure to publish and gaining viewers but hell no i'm great, because i have balls. I mean, used to get at least 50 viewers after publishing new post, and that was the time when Justin Bieber himself is greater than Abraham Lincoln, i mean really, i loved Justin Bieber, loved, and i still regret that Adam and Eve ate the one and the only motherfucking forbidden shit in their world. And absolutely i would not have gained as many viewers as i used to have when this thing was on its hottest age.
It's a shame that i said i'm afraid of failure of gaining viewers, but yet i still publish it, because hell i'm great.
And i still wondering why do i write this shit? At this time? Just so you know it's 3 in the morning and i could have been more productive, like maybe do Jumping Jacks while singing Bohemian Rhapsody across the houses, or maybe take a bath in the ditch of iran's oasis, or maybe masturbate, yeah, why do i write this shit instead of masturbating? And the only answer is the same thing you guys always asked in this past few years, how could Dumbledore died of Avada Kedavra instead of old age? I mean, he's like 150 years old, and a guy with his age must have been walking down the street with an oxygen tube and a wheelchair, even though, i'm not really sure a guy with his age could walk, that's why i said a guy with his age would walking down the street with a wheelchair, and that doesn't count as walking, and the fuck i was talking about?
I mean really, he's a great guy, Liam Neeson, he is a God of Greek, a former CIA agent, and a Jedi, but thank god Darth Maul splitted him into two, so Perseus could slaughter the Kraken then turn it into giant octopus fries, and here i go again lost in what i was going to talk about. Now i should read the previous 2 paragraphs to get back the topic we were talking about. Fuck.
And just so you know that i really just re-read the previous 2 paragraphs to find the real topic. I wrote this because.... I don't know, i just suddenly wanted it, and it makes me feel good, you guys should try to write something, and if you can't, start to write your current emotions instead of using verbal communication to get them fuck off your chest, you'll feel good, and it would have been better if you write while eating Ferrero Rocher, i guarantee it, Ferrero Rocher fixes everything, Ferrero Rocher is love, Ferrero Rocher is life.
Aaaaaaaaannndddd fuck this shit.
2 comment(s):
Tai lu Den gajelas hahaha glad you're back btw.
Iya gajelas ya kaya beha nyeplak. Siapa juga yabg back yee
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