Perhaps we should start off with some introductions. I am Big Boy, your menacing neighbour who steals your potted plants and pees in your bushes when I think you're not looking (and sometimes when I know you are). Skippy is my mentally challenged side-kick.I'm not really sure what you expect to get out of this blog, but I'm pretty sure it'll entail stories of my drunken escapades through the streets of Ottawa, Toronto, Montreal and beyond. If you do not have a sense of humor, or you respect people, then this is not a place for you, you fucking pussy-ass twat sniffer. GET OUTTA HERE!
Now, I would like to warn you that although I am most definitely not a racist, I have a very twisted and offensive sense of humor, some people love it, others want to stab me in the face with their home-made hobo forks. Ya can't please everyone.
The reason why my girlfriend and I decided to start a blog was because we basically spend all our time online during work, chatting with one another, make eachother laugh, cry tears of confusion, and cry normal every-day tears not of confusion and we thought it would be interesting to see how many millions of dollars we could make by sharing our disturbing thoughts with you.
Please note that we will not be gossiping about celebrities, tv shows, the latest fashions, or the color mauve. We will be talking about the things that piss us off, like little people and hobos; the things we're afraid of, like the mentally challenged; and things that make us laugh, like the misfortunes of others. Intrigued yet? I am! Oh boy!
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