Saturday, September 16, 2006
Saturday Morning Wakeup Call
Some Saturdays, after a hard week sitting around my hovel and getting drunk, I need a little something extra to perk me up in the morning.
I have a cup of coffee.
Nope. Doesn’t do it.
I chug a Red Bull. Meh. A little buzz, not much.
Then I glance at a picture of scrote porn like this noxious steaming pile of stench here, and it’s like I’ve had an electric cattle prod shoved up my sphincter.
Hello, world. I’m awake now.
