I am a humor blogger, your laugh booty call. So instead of doing nothing more than airing a shit ton of personal
I know you come here for the funny, which means I am not holding up my end of the bargain. I do apologize but if I tried to spit out some bullshit funny post today it would turn out like Brittaney shaving her fucking head and you would just be seriously confused. So I opted to step out from behind my curtain of protection and be honest. Right now my fucked up meter is reading full, and my sanity and humor meter is running on empty.
If you don't come back I get it. I don't need or want your sympathy I dropped the ball. My job was to provide you with a laugh or a hell yeah, but I am fresh out.
Well except for this which sort of fits the mood perfectly.
This is probably the best EVER therapy session on the planet. At least in my opinion, which is why I don't have one.