Rastard, Bat

I wear my sunglasses at night

I got a blackeye this past week and I have to say, it’s quite the character building experience. When I first realized I had gotten my shit rocked, I was like “HOLY SHIT I’M MISSING MY FUCKING EYE I’M NEVER GONNA SEE AGAIN!” then I thought my eyebrow was going to peel off. Then I thought my teeth were missing, and that scared me a lot more than the missing eye. Then I thought my nose broke. Then believe I said something along the lines of “HOLY FUCKING WHORE SHIT!! CUMGUZZLINGWHOREASSES!! FUCKFUCK BITCH FUCK DAMMIT GODDAMMIT. Fuck.” Then somebody told me to stop swearing so I told them to get AIDS, herpes and syphilis from a toilet seat. Then my sister started screaming. It’s ok though. I’m more disappointed I missed out on creating a bad-ass April Fools Day story to tell kids.


Whores

Being a whore is sorta like math. If you’re a whore, (-) dating another whore (-) you get twice the negative whore-itude. If you’re not a whore (+) and dating not a whore, nobody’s a whore and nobody is grossed out. If a non-whore (+) dates a whore (-) whoever represents their respective faction more determines the whoriness of the situation.