My, my how utterly shameful it is for me to allow my blogging to deteriorate to mere nothingness -- especially when I've been so busy embarrassing myself.
I should shat out a story about a bodybuilding Guido (that I went out with a few weeks ago) in the next few days. He was... interesting. I think my mental stimulation almost pushed him into random bouts of roid rage, but I don't want to spoil the story already. I hope everyones' new year has gone as splendidly as mine thus far; by that I mean I hope you bitches had a boil the size of an 8 month fetus on your ass that needed to be treated with antibiotics and you have a deer ass print indented into your driver's side door as well.