Waiting for my slot to get my knee surgery, the surgeon was killing time and hung out at my bedside for a while.
People have found this Bullshit in some pretty fucked up ways.
This crazy lady I met on the internet asked if I would write something for her blog. Unlike all the other lifestyle and recipe blogs, she rants and swears with the best of them. Unlike my bullshit, there’s a lot more to her stuff than just anger and insults.
So, I could only hope to put some bullshit together that would fit on her page. And sadly this is the best I could do.
You can read it on her page:
We regret to inform you that your marketing efforts are failing — for us. As you may already know, the Bullshit blog has several entries to include the shit Lewis was kind enough to read in his “Rant is Due” tirades.
After 57 years of surviving on this planet, I just found out, I’m deformed.
I finally freed myself of the wicked Wix and moved my bullshit to Wordpress.
I traded in a liar and got a smart ass.
I am happier now — the Lying Nazi Bullshit Diesel is dead. My new Honda Civic is “nice,” but these god damn “smart car” features make me want to strip to my bathrobe and scream “get off my lawn”.
Every time I find a tennis shoe I like – brand, make, model, year, color, 10 seconds after I walk out of the store, they change all the fucking models
I fought the Facebook, and the Facebook won.
Mark Fuckerberg* has been selling my “soul” to the highest bidder for years, and all I am doing is quietly screaming “Fuck You” on Facebook.
For thousands of years humans have been shitting all wrong. At least that’s what goat-fucking Geno says…
Facebook is once again “trying” to be transparent.
It’s another lame attempt, Fuckerberg.
I can sort of get past the brain damage and grotesque injuries, but I can’t fucking stand replay from the National Football League.
I can usually have a good night if I can just get my drugs right. It’s not as easy as it sounds.
Don’t look. Tell me what color your dishwasher is.