Badabing Badaboom

It’s Friday night. Sopranos night, dammit. Only problem is that the new season hasn’t come out yet. We haven’t seen shit from HBO in a year and I’m getting withdrawals like a Swedish chainsmoker after his rotten fish supply gets cut off. If for some reason an HBO executive is watching, PLEASE let me watch the first episode of season six early. The Internet is far reaching enough for that to be possible. I got a score of 6666666666 at my arcade’s Galaga machine, that should be proof enough that I deserve it. Wait, never mind, that makes me sound like a complete asshat that places his self-worth on how much video game trivia he knows. I’m not autistic. I actually get pussy. I don’t “pull birds”, I don’t “lay pipe”, I FUCK. Want me to spell it out in even simpler terms? I HAVE SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just like Tony Soprano. Badabing badaboom.

Anyway. I don’t know if I’m trying to brute force Internet fame or if I’m doing something wrong, but I feel like I should be getting more attention on here than I am right now. Maybe I really should start advertising this web site. Of course, I’m risking looking like a complete asshat but I don’t really care. I need to be in the minds of everyone like how faggots always have veiny cock on their minds. You know that Sylvia Brown one time had to psychically track down a gay ghost? She ran away screaming about fat nipples ringing in her ears. That’s real. Look it up. It’s funny as fuck.