Aint it Fun?

This is one of those shit posts...ya all know the ones that are even more sewage infested than normal..the one where grammar is so closely related to  that turd at Midas that you would swear even he himself spilled out all over his toothless broad ass...

If you can stomach or even if you cant im gonna spew my grey matter for a brief moment..

We all have our idea of what we call fun..what brightens our chemical whitened smile, gives us butterfly's of joy and simply just lifts our special purpose unit to the upright position ...could be as simple as a fresh pack of tube socks.. a nice big ol bowl Of Captain crunch...maybe gluing cross tires is yo fun..? whatchin people trip over the cracks in the sidewalk might be yo thing.....i dunno..i suppose fun is what you make it...normally i never piss on how people get off..but sometimes i just have to clench my fist and shuffle the worn out shoes im sportin a few steps to deal with it.....a few days back i was talkin with a friend of mine and how he celebrated what i assume to be monumental birthday in a grown mans.life...aint no way in hell is T gonna celebrate a half century of sucking air playing Wally Ball...who in the hell thought that was a fun idea..? i can picture it in its entirety..grown men playing ball in a gym..temperature set uncomfortably warm...and absolutely no alcoholic beverages permitted on the grounds..well shoot me right in the fucking head...no way...now let me explain this little idea i had for fellas like that leading the humdrum lifestyle of embroidered jeans and white leather tennis shoes...
I got this idea..and it may only give me the solid lift off..but i dont care i know at least few sick fools that wouldn't mine spending time there...Id have this badass indoor bumper car circuit..the cars would fast and jacked to the gills for agility and speed..the floor would be huge..lotsa neon lights... big bumpin sound system with a DJ who would play all the cool shit..purple neon..enough flashing lights to send half of the patrons to the ER ... dry ice smoke..the smell of cocoa butter and....wait...six poles all spaced evenly on the floor with tables high enough to allow all my new dance show girls to dance there butts off....the young gal at the local liquor plaza said i should have midgets on those poles..cuz lil people need lovin too.....and maybe giraffe in the lobby..cuz i got have some form lobby where id have all those stand up 80's video games and a Orange Whip machine...and since im throwing out a dream why not have a stage at one end..and have maybe Ol Dave Wyndorf and Monster Magnet perform there latest creation...If those are how id spend my last days on this planet then so be it...

i dunno use your imagination think about crazy far out shit fun..use your brain dont cost nothin......it sounded fun to me...

PEACE FOOLS