Back in Black

You can't keep a good man down but in my case it's like trying to flush that turd that just won't die in defeat without a struggle. Seasons in the Abyss, the giant toilet bowl we call our lives, and I've been too entirely quiet for too entirely long. People just aren't saying what needs to be said, at least in the sense of things as I know them to be.

The Short Bus Mafia is dead but the Black Rusted Van continues trekking on down the Highway to Hell. So what (if any) new changes will transpire? Hard to tell now but at the very least it won't be the mundane bullshit I was spewing there towards the end of the original blog. Just the noteworthy news that freaks and geeks alike can appreciate, I promise you the viewer. Tackiness at its most refinement.

So prepare to have your intelligence insulted yet again. Ready the barf bag, prepare the suppositories because you're going to want to purge yourself of this experience once you remember why it is you gave up on this blog in the first place. It's a new year and it's time to get truckin'.


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