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4 years ago
Monday, December 21, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum...
Ladies and gentlemen,
Doctor Gill is back!
(with a vengeance)
REcent updates are :
1. www.redblacklabs.com - site is finally up-ish!
2. wisdom tooth needs to be removed! (Update: got the fucker out. Will post pictures.)
3. face hurts
4. Got free publicity at work!
5. One of my videos is being sent directly to Peter Gabriel. (Google him, bitch.)
And...
It's Christmas!
That's right, the time of year has come when we all get to spend an uncomfortable amount of time with our families. It's not really supposed to be this messed up. Things are said, things are thrown, fists fall hard, verbal slams and hard bangs topped off with an unnecessary amout of liquor.
(sounds like a trip to a bad dentist)
Anyway, there is always something about Christmas that stirs in most people. As much as we love the 'idea' of Christmas, which entails love, unity, giving, forgiving, sharing, caring and all the other ideals that we can pick and choose to follow, we also feel the other thing...
The other is that of resentment. That burning sadness. That tiny glimpse of what is to come is almost overwhelming.
Sifting through crowds all with the same goal as yours: to get that special lady that special gift that will shut her up at least until Valentine's Day.
Breaking up arguments between the older members of the family while keeping the younger ones at bay. Child worship, I don't mean Jesus. I mean little nephews and nieces dressed as angels and Santa Clause.
And, possible the worst thing:
When all the little children are playing with their new toys that you suffered to buy. When you bump in to your cousin Eckel at the bar. He says: 'Hey, buddy! How's it going? Merry Christmas!"
You start a conversation which leads back to the conversation you had the year before at Christmas. At the same butt-fucking bar of that asshole uncle who has the party in his house and complains about it all year and fucking hosts the party again at Christmas!
...
Yeah, so you end up discussing what you were discussing last year.
And you soon find out that all those ridiculous goals that Cousin Eckel had set last year, which you supported him for at the party and laughed about the rest of the year, have been achieved.
And all the goals that you set, you end up setting again. You sad, sad fucker.
And you look at Cousin Eckel. He and his trimmed hair, his pressed suit, his gold watch, his stumped leg, hairlip, degenerative hairline, neck brace and an on hand insulin pack and you think to yourself:
"that lucky sonovabitch. Got everything he needs. Probably never worked for it, either. Little bastard. He's using taxpayer's money that I don't pay."
And, you soon realize you are in self defense mode. And you hate accepting that even with all of his disabilities, his parent's spontaneously combusting at the wheel and the car spinning out of control and smashing into a bus for handicapped children, leaving his in debt to society for millions and then his wife leaving him for another WOMAN, his kids snorting coke from a giant biker's hairy ass and his pet dog, Dragonshit, dying mysteriously, he still has it all.
In the end, your a bum.
Feel bad, bitch, I demand it.
hehehe.
Nah, I'm just painting a bad image for you. Hopefully, you'll appreciate what you already have.
Merry Christmas, motherfuckers.
On Twat, on Panzy,
On Sinful and Faggy,
On Shithead, on Bozo,
On Crippled, the hobo.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all
~love yourself~
Doctor Gill is back!
(with a vengeance)
REcent updates are :
1. www.redblacklabs.com - site is finally up-ish!
2. wisdom tooth needs to be removed! (Update: got the fucker out. Will post pictures.)
3. face hurts
4. Got free publicity at work!
5. One of my videos is being sent directly to Peter Gabriel. (Google him, bitch.)
And...
It's Christmas!
That's right, the time of year has come when we all get to spend an uncomfortable amount of time with our families. It's not really supposed to be this messed up. Things are said, things are thrown, fists fall hard, verbal slams and hard bangs topped off with an unnecessary amout of liquor.
(sounds like a trip to a bad dentist)
Anyway, there is always something about Christmas that stirs in most people. As much as we love the 'idea' of Christmas, which entails love, unity, giving, forgiving, sharing, caring and all the other ideals that we can pick and choose to follow, we also feel the other thing...
The other is that of resentment. That burning sadness. That tiny glimpse of what is to come is almost overwhelming.
Sifting through crowds all with the same goal as yours: to get that special lady that special gift that will shut her up at least until Valentine's Day.
Breaking up arguments between the older members of the family while keeping the younger ones at bay. Child worship, I don't mean Jesus. I mean little nephews and nieces dressed as angels and Santa Clause.
And, possible the worst thing:
When all the little children are playing with their new toys that you suffered to buy. When you bump in to your cousin Eckel at the bar. He says: 'Hey, buddy! How's it going? Merry Christmas!"
You start a conversation which leads back to the conversation you had the year before at Christmas. At the same butt-fucking bar of that asshole uncle who has the party in his house and complains about it all year and fucking hosts the party again at Christmas!
...
Yeah, so you end up discussing what you were discussing last year.
And you soon find out that all those ridiculous goals that Cousin Eckel had set last year, which you supported him for at the party and laughed about the rest of the year, have been achieved.
And all the goals that you set, you end up setting again. You sad, sad fucker.
And you look at Cousin Eckel. He and his trimmed hair, his pressed suit, his gold watch, his stumped leg, hairlip, degenerative hairline, neck brace and an on hand insulin pack and you think to yourself:
"that lucky sonovabitch. Got everything he needs. Probably never worked for it, either. Little bastard. He's using taxpayer's money that I don't pay."
And, you soon realize you are in self defense mode. And you hate accepting that even with all of his disabilities, his parent's spontaneously combusting at the wheel and the car spinning out of control and smashing into a bus for handicapped children, leaving his in debt to society for millions and then his wife leaving him for another WOMAN, his kids snorting coke from a giant biker's hairy ass and his pet dog, Dragonshit, dying mysteriously, he still has it all.
In the end, your a bum.
Feel bad, bitch, I demand it.
hehehe.
Nah, I'm just painting a bad image for you. Hopefully, you'll appreciate what you already have.
Merry Christmas, motherfuckers.
On Twat, on Panzy,
On Sinful and Faggy,
On Shithead, on Bozo,
On Crippled, the hobo.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all
~love yourself~
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