These days of ours.

Today may just be the greatest day of all of our lives. Not just because we're all here on the great FreeOnes when we could be doing something else, something more constructive perhaps, something that some of the more arrogant amongst us would think more important but no. We know better than they do, we know that whilst here we are within our own little bubble. A bubble that is warm and friendly and above all else honest. Honest enough to tell you, your nose is a little out of place or the skid marks in your boxers are giving off one hell of a pungent aroma that's not fun to be around. Yes, this bubble of ours isn't afraid to tell it like it is. Sometimes it's hard to hear, we all have an ego do we not? It's hard to see that picture of yourself that you have in your mind fade away into obscurity like so many lost FreeOnes souls. Where do they go you ask but there's never an answer that is good enough to clarify this dilemma.

So you take a whole bunch of hallucinogenic ***** and you find the nearest politician to lay the smack down upon. But if only they knew whilst you rain your mighty fists down upon them that it isn't their fault like you told them it was, nor it's not yours either; it's those bastards out there! The ones that live without our beloved FreeOnes!!! All dressed up in little pirate outfits ready to be played with without fear or shame. Damn them, damn them I say.

Yeah you get arrested and you cry and you **** your pants in order to get several minutes alone in which you can have that personal conversation with the voices in your head you've always dreamed of having. You tell yourself you're going to tell them why you won't burn things when they ask you to or write creepy stalkerish letters to Noam Chomsky and you do and they shout and so do you. Then the fuzz burst down the door to find you naked doing a headstand in the toilet bowl trying your hardest to masturbate but it's just not working.

Whilst being whisked off into a darkened room and restrained the face of some long lost Viking god comes to you and asks for some cash which you obviously don't have. Which really pisses you off because you would think he would gather if he would just take the time to actually look down from his perch high above with those black sexy eyes but no ... you're left there naked and alone laughing in the face of god because he can't be bothered to even look at you which seems to happen everytime we go through this silly charade...... and I don't know why?




Yeah, I just ****** a whole bunch of time writing out a bunch of complete bullshit. But you read it. So fuck you! Of course I say that with the utmost respect.


Oh and by the way today is the National Speak Like A Pirate Day. Enjoy it.

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