The Drunken Party

Welcome home. After our first meeting you had me thinking. You had me wondering what will count as a real post. Went about in circles trying to figure out something that would please you. Yeah, your huge appetite had me scared. Walked about looking like a befuddled Bean-esque character till it hit me. Yeah, like the stench from the slaughterhouse it hit me. Ooh it hit me. “Fool, none of your readers really care about anything or at least they pretend not to so why not talk about that”, I told myself. Well I immediately got into the groove found a pen and paper and wrote this for you wonderful bunch. Sorry if you actually do care about things, anything at all. This might sound a bit weird to you. Let’s get on with this party. We claimed not to care, who wins or loses in the national elections because it does nothing for us. We made sure you all heard we would not waste our time voting when we could watch porn, download fresh episodes or pose in our bathrooms for our...

  Welcome home. Can I guarantee this is what you have been looking for? You would have to decide that for yourself, that being dependent on if you actually know what you want. What I do guarantee is an escape from your life. What I do present is a haven. A place you can come when your day sucks and blame me for my shitty writing. A place where your opinion actually matters. Yeah, I hope to read your comments one night and cry myself to sleep.      Why do I think you would like this? Think it’s because I believe I’m just like you. Yeah, I ignore taxi drivers when they are honking for passage when I’m almost walking in the middle of the road but let me sense a drizzle. Oh let me just do, you will see how quickly I duck for cover. Yeah kin, I also value my clothes more than I do my life. That’s pointless you said? Because like you I have a dozen accounts across social media platforms and that’s eleven more than I actually use. Still not close enough? We still not ...