wtf.

Right now I'm eating a bacon cheeseburger.
It's my second cheeseburger of the day. So, suck it Scott.

So, I'm out with Pete. And we are talking about MWknd and he likes the idea of a Thursday night.

And I start thinking about the idea of Temperance on Friday.

What the fuck? I look back at MW posts of past and feel the bile clutch in my throat. I wrote that. And yet, I don't believe it.

What is it we come on every fucking May 1st for? Do we do it because we wake up early, and walk barefoot through the morning dew? No. We do it for when Chris Carlson drinks too many margaritas and throws up so much that he cant get up until Sunday. We do it for when Steve Evans, who stays by the fire and throws up in his mouth, but doesnt leave. We do it for the fact that Pete just passes out, where ever he is. We do it for when Scott (MVP) Doyle simply falls over off of the bench, only to be found the next day still in the same fucking place.

So, I say, fuck temperance.
Fuck worrying about Saturday night.

I say. Drink. Smoke. Do what ever the fuck you feel like doing.

I say. Bath in what your Freedom feels like.*

Fucking Freedom.

God Bless America. Oh, btw. I'm hammered.


*except for pedophilia. If you like that shit, I will shoot you like a dog, without remorse. And no one will find you either with the bobcats, racoons and bears.