Dear Blograins,

I guess I am feeling a little frustrated. Frustrated, because you're such goddamned assholes. I am bored you see, perhaps a little lonely and a little drunk at 5:49 in the morn, and have nothing better to do than to tell you of what pricks you. Why … why are you pricks? How the hell should I know ... you're the pricks, not me. I'm just a lonely old guy, severely oppressed by bastards.

Moron fucking bastards.

Tell me, who reads blogs? I mean, what is your problem? Are you sexually deprived? Sexually depraved? Or are you just assholes? I mean, what is wrong with you people?

I recently discovered a new beer. Actually it's an old beer. It's a Nazi (ahum German beer) called Dinkel Acker. And while the good ole Germans aren't busy cooking up people in ovens, they're busy brewin' up best damn beer in all of the world. It's called Dinkel Acker. I tasted their light beer variety over a decade ago, and it's no big deal, but their dark beer is virtually the answer to all of life's problems.

It's got a good bite to it, not sweet like Becks dark (another great beer). Perhaps a little too acidic, just a little, yet it magically doesn't make me feel like shit after I drink a few of them. You could drink these things into the grave and never even know it. It's an alcoholic's dream.

I see they got Saddam.

Yay Bush! Bushy's gonna scrounge up a little kangaroo court to assassinate the bastard. Yay Bush! Fuck.


Blogbrains Bastards.

The Taste of Freedom

Sorry Blogbrains,

Not much to share with you besides a piece of an interesting MSNBC article I found today:

At Abu Abdullah's, $1.50 buys 15 minutes alone with a woman. The room is a cell with only a curtain for a door, and Ali complains that Abu Abdullah's women should bathe more often. But the young man says it's still a big improvement from Saddam Hussein's day. Back then, he says, the only establishment for a poor boy like himself was at a Gypsy settlement on the capital's western outskirts. "But now there are plenty of places." He grins. "Now we have freedom."

Before you had to masturbate to a camp of dirty gypsies. Now you have good ole Abu Abdullah to take care of your masturbatory needs.

Ain't liberation sweet?