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My Boot, Your Immortal Soul
STRESS: That confusion created when one’s mind overrides the body’s basic desire to choke the living shit out of some asshole who desperately needs it.
People, I’m pissed. So many things in this world piss me off that any attempt to list them all would use up all the computing power currently in existence for the next fifty piscillion years and create a stack of paper that would reach to Uranus and back at twice the speed of light. And that’s on a good day.
Well, no more. I’ve had enough of all this dumbshittery. It’s time to start hittin’ back. It’s time to deliver a bitch slap to the universe and all the asshelmets in it.
In other words, it’s time for a
PRAYER ASSAULT!!!
(Image via those magnificent bastards at America’s best political blog, Liberals Must Die!)
That felt goooooood. How you like me now? Yeah, I thought so. From now on, that’s how it is. Anyone or anything who pisses me off will be meeting the business end of a Prayer Assault, P-Rob style. Jam it in and break off the handle!
