discussion group.

AK-47.
that was the main topic of the day.
mostly,
about how flippin' impossibly awesome they are.
and they ARE.
not that there has ever been any doubt about it.
they look cool, they feel cool,
they're practically indestructible,
and they shoot hot fiery payloads of mayhem!
dopeness incarnate.
but seriously,
if you're over 18,
and you don't live in a little b!tch-baby anti-gun state,
you should go get one.
or two.
or if you've got the available funds,
then i strongly recommend three.
that's the magic number, y'know.
that way you can custom fit a couple
for all your assault weapony needs.
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did i do a tattoo today that included the
three letter acronym FMS?
i sure did.
that's not a set of initials either.
so,
can any of you ninja guess what it stands for?
Ferocious Metal Steampipe?
Fondle My Sausage?
Full Meat Sack?
Funky Monkey Stick?
none of the above.
it stood for (get ready),
F* Me Stupid.
i swear it's real.
and no, not as in:
you are stupid, and should F* me;
but more like,
F* me until i become stupid.
hard pounding meets 'tard pounding, at the same time.
i can't help myself wondering:
just how do you know if you've been F*ed into stupidity?
is there a test afterwards?
do you have to fail it to be successful?
questions questions questions-
i need to know these things,
but sadly, i haven't a clue.
it all falls down to conjecture.
which i've spent most of the day doing.
it could've been a more productive afternoon,
but within realistic measurements, by how much?
not enough to dissuade me at all.
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it's friday night.
we've got nothing planned.
there's talk of watching 'the notebook'.
i had hoped there'd be a way to depress myself
into a suicidal coma of despair,
and i think i may have found my answer.
i guess y'all will know by tomorrow.
no blog = dead albie.
it's all really happening,
until it isn't anymore.
F M S.
word up;
never quiet, never soft.....