I had a dream this past week that my main MAIN giant hippo-assed supervisor at work found this blog and she left a sarcastic evil comment on one of my posts. EEK! GOD FORBID!
Is anyone going to watch the Farrah Fawcett documentary on NBC tonight? Yeah, it should be a real fun treat to see how our once sexy 70s icon is now dying of freakin' cancer! UGH! HOW AWFULLY SAD AND DEPRESSING! God bless ya Farrah and the many out there suffering from this terrible cruel affliction. I myself plan to die of a massive heart attack during sexo caliente in the year 4056, upon which I will be leaving this dimension into a terrific garden and waterfall paradise inhabited by white boys that look like Ryan Reynolds and Chris Evans or Latinos such as Mario López and Eddie Cibrian. Yeah, in this new afterlife, there shall be no pain, no suffering, no road rage drivers, no defecation, no aging, no death, no bills, only eternal gym bods and six pack abs, and hot Roman-style orgies with no eternal damnation to hell to worry about like one does now! In my version of "heaven", cute puppy dogs will roam freely as well and do funny tricks and even be able to communicate, like that dog on Family Guy. Listen, I just wrote this paragraph completely sober by the way, so before you go around accusing me of smoking some weed, THINK AGAIN MISTER! LOLOL! It's my own little version of What Dreams May Come.
The truth is, I never buy clothes because I hate having to select them in the first place; it's an utter boring waste of time, but one must accentuate from time to time I suppose. I did get myself on over to Target this past week and picked up a couple of new pants and stuff. Hey, who are you to judge me?! TARGET HAS A FIRST-RATE SELECTION OF WARDROBE FOR MEN OKAY?! I know I seen dem models on those runways in Paris and Milan wearing Mossimo or Wrangler at one time or another! There were quite a few nice-looking dudes too, the day I was there shopping; me and my wandering eyes, forever incorrigible. While it would be nice to shop at a more reputable store, I'm just not one of these gay dudes who cares too much about what I wear as much as most of these fashionistas. One can look rather nice and trendy without having to spend hundreds of dollars by mixing and matching pants and shirts one already owns and by purchasing occasionally here and there. I've gotten royally criticized and mocked at some of these bars by what I wear, but I figure these fags are all drunks trying to compete with and outdo each other, so I really don't give a f*ck! Besides, in the end, don't ya wanna see me out of my clothes anyway?! DRUM ROLL PLEASE! Thank you, thank you very much.
Have a nice weekend y'all. I was thinking of leaving ya with the legendary Freddie Mercury and the superbness that was his band, QUEEN. Quite possibly the greatest voice in rock/pop music history in a silly crossdressing video to a wonderful magical song: