The weekend is here, and while I alternate my weekends at this age between complete debauchery and things like wine tasting, there’s one constant. That constant is there are always sick and disgusting things that are running through my head. It doesn’t matter if I’m at a wedding, a birthday party, a strip club or a fancy restaurant, you shouldn’t venture into my thoughts without a condom and a shot of penicillin. The one thing that can keep me satisfied on a daily basis besides drugs, sex and alcohol, is completely reckless and messed up humor. That’s why I do what I do. So on this good Friday, let’s take a moment to appreciate all the people that say the things you wish you could say, and do the things you wish you could do all so you don’t have to expose your sick and twisted nature to the rest of the world.
I Identify as Hispanic. Don’t just me for that. Call me Jesus
Man, that’s brutal. What was this kid doing?