Desperation, loneliness, a sense of impending dread, abject human misery and individuals likely to choke to death on their own vomit.
You can see it all tonight, if you want to. "People watching." If you're lucky you will run into some folks even more depressed than yourself. Pay special attention as you drive over bridges. It is likely someone will be precariously perched on a railing, giving serious thought to the all-freeing power of gravity.
The night before Thanksgiving is the busiest night of the year in faggot bars. I have heard tell that it is also the busiest night of the year in straight bars, too. So the anguish is equally distributed.
It's not about kicking off the holiday season in style. It's not about having a day off tomorrow because you can't really consider tomorrow to be a day off. On a day off, you get to hang in bed and "forget" to bathe and spend five hours watching TV, eating cookies and masturbating with buttercream frosting. On a day off, you do not have to deal with your bitter family and rehash old feuds.
No, it's about becoming as obliterated as you can so you can temporarily forget just how alone you are in this world. Also, there's a chance you could find a hole to penetrate, or give up your own hole for penetration. (Choice of hole remains your own, but make it a good one.)
Tomorrow you have two choices. Sit down to eat with your family or be left completely alone to wallow in your own internal emptiness.
Your family probably hates you. If they don't actually hate you, they sure don't UNDERSTAND you. Do you prefer to foster that disconnect while passing the gravy, or would you rather be by yourself and romanticize what you are missing because no one loves you?
And, honestly, let's be real. Turkey sucks. It's just NOT a big deal. How in the world does poultry make anything better? Turkeys often walk around stepping in their own feces. Yum.
So if you wondered why all the little faggots here are doing their best to cultivate their inane brand of hatred and contempt, wonder no more. It is their own worthless existence that they are afraid of most of all. When you are drowning in sorrow and engulfed by emptiness, it is only natural that you reach out to drag down as many people with you as you can.
Apparently this applies to old ladies, too, who are gleefully searching internet message boards in hopes of finding someone -- anyone -- more miserable than they are. Hey, when you look in the mirror and see the ravages of time reflected back at you, when your makeup is so thick it cracks like the surface of Mars... you gotta cling to something.
You won't find true love tonight out at the bars but if he nails your prostate just right with the head of his dick it might at least temporarily FEEL like love. So give it a shot.
Happy holidays, folks.
You can see it all tonight, if you want to. "People watching." If you're lucky you will run into some folks even more depressed than yourself. Pay special attention as you drive over bridges. It is likely someone will be precariously perched on a railing, giving serious thought to the all-freeing power of gravity.
The night before Thanksgiving is the busiest night of the year in faggot bars. I have heard tell that it is also the busiest night of the year in straight bars, too. So the anguish is equally distributed.
It's not about kicking off the holiday season in style. It's not about having a day off tomorrow because you can't really consider tomorrow to be a day off. On a day off, you get to hang in bed and "forget" to bathe and spend five hours watching TV, eating cookies and masturbating with buttercream frosting. On a day off, you do not have to deal with your bitter family and rehash old feuds.
No, it's about becoming as obliterated as you can so you can temporarily forget just how alone you are in this world. Also, there's a chance you could find a hole to penetrate, or give up your own hole for penetration. (Choice of hole remains your own, but make it a good one.)
Tomorrow you have two choices. Sit down to eat with your family or be left completely alone to wallow in your own internal emptiness.
Your family probably hates you. If they don't actually hate you, they sure don't UNDERSTAND you. Do you prefer to foster that disconnect while passing the gravy, or would you rather be by yourself and romanticize what you are missing because no one loves you?
And, honestly, let's be real. Turkey sucks. It's just NOT a big deal. How in the world does poultry make anything better? Turkeys often walk around stepping in their own feces. Yum.
So if you wondered why all the little faggots here are doing their best to cultivate their inane brand of hatred and contempt, wonder no more. It is their own worthless existence that they are afraid of most of all. When you are drowning in sorrow and engulfed by emptiness, it is only natural that you reach out to drag down as many people with you as you can.
Apparently this applies to old ladies, too, who are gleefully searching internet message boards in hopes of finding someone -- anyone -- more miserable than they are. Hey, when you look in the mirror and see the ravages of time reflected back at you, when your makeup is so thick it cracks like the surface of Mars... you gotta cling to something.
You won't find true love tonight out at the bars but if he nails your prostate just right with the head of his dick it might at least temporarily FEEL like love. So give it a shot.
Happy holidays, folks.
