Beef

OK, so today i have en tasked myself with a rather perplexing situation. It starts with an old friend of mine name "Goofy". Cool guy, hard worker, liked by all his peers, and a funny ass motherfucker. But as all sad stories go in life, Goofy met a terrible terrible terrible terrible end. Goofy passed on to the next life in a ditch, hands full on grass and dirt as he tried to pull himself up and look for help and make sure his attacker was far far away. The attacker in question was a typical redneck ass white bread racist punk mother fucker in a white ass town that doesn't like anyone that doesn't match in skin tone. Having stated that, this particular ass hole accidentally hit my boy with his truck. Goofy was hurt and laying there and he realized that the dude wasn't dead, so, he brick him to death. Literally, he beat goofy with a brick he had in the back of his truck, threw him in said ditch and moved right along. What really burns my briquettes is the fact that absolutely nothing at all in any shape form or fashion what so ever happened to this fucker because Goofy's family, (or those who would've had to press charges) don't live in the state of GA. Upon further investigation the cops actually helped him out so that nothing but the accident would be all he was held accountable for. Today this human pile of shit was staring me in the face as i logged onto facebook, i sat contemplating what course of action to take. Or if i should even bother, ya know, letting sleeping dogs lie and the like. But at the same time this friend of mine died at the hands of this scott free ass hole, that's not something I'm just willing to charge to the game. Deaths gotta be easy because life is hard, but to be brought to death's door and forgotten about? No way, no man has been born better off dead, in fact Goofy had more reasons to live than said cocksucker ever will. Well my friends, forgive your enemies, but never forget there names.

Terd Fergusons

Hello again gang, sorry it has once again been so long. the shit has been going down lately. no too crazy but more than any man needs. just started back to good old school again, and it sucks ass. the lady is rocking her scrubs and doing her vet tech thing. one of these days i have high hopes that we will be super rich. but who knows. being way out in the country makes keeping in touch much harder than i originally though. but anyhow now that im done filling yall in on whats going down, it is time to discuss the title of this here blog post. Terd Fergusons. they are everywhere you look. people who are just beyond cheap, cant let anything go. it can be annoying but then if you just remember that they are terd fergusons and then you let them know that they are terd fergusons it tends to make life a little smoother. some people are just douches and when we tell them, it makes us feel better. alrighty gang, well i dont have much tonite, but i will be back to it sooner than you think. tall be easy on the peasy and to all you terd fergusons out there fuck you