You Ain’t Shit

You Ain't Shit

Here’s a corollary and the bright side to Friday’s post:

No matter how famous you’ve become, nor how much your car cost, nor how attractive you pretend to be, nor how huge your house, plasma T.V., tits or cock are, nor how important you’ve mislead yourself to think you are, nor how educated, intelligent nor pretentiously great you want to be; within the next 48 hours you literally, literally will have to wipe shit off of yourself.

God bless the human condition.

No one gives a fourth of a cum covered turd what you think, but please don't let that stop you from spreading your insightful wit to the world by commenting below. Or fuck, you're such a pussy-eating faggot you're probably interested in the rss feed of this shitty site. Oy vey.

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