While sitting at home alone, running off only a couple hours of sleep after a bit of a bender, but not really, becaue I am a cheap drunk now that my liver doesn’t work so well, either way, I sit here in an empty one room apartment, because the girls are our with their friends and the wife figured a way to fit her fat ass out the front door to get her blood pressure medication. I can’t help but wonder what it’s like to be the guy who ruined Britney Spears. Before you, she had a career, a life, fans and looks. After you, she looks like an aborted fetus would if it survived…you know if it fed off the other aborted fetus’ in the dumpster out back at the back alley abortion clinic.
I am not sure where I am going with this, but it’s not a good place. Tell your friends.