All I Really Know How To Do Is Bake

And all that really means I follow directions well. Too add to this dilemma all I really know how to bake is shit with bananas and carrots. I should buy some fucking blueberries or something.

Seriously though, baking is only cooking because of some gay definition. I propose that this be amended immediately. You either cook shit, or you bake shit.

Pickles Is My Thing

Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles. Pickles.

Do you get that I like pickles now? I'll take my pickles anyway, really. In between cheese and mayo, fried, in a sandwich, or just straight out of the jar! Pickle juice is like nigger cum to me. I fucking LOVE it.

However, FUCK cucumbers. Those things are pieces of shit. Why can't pickles just grow on plants? I don't need a middle man between me and my pickles. Unless he's a babe . . . .

LOOK AT ME

So as most of you can tell, I have not been up on my game lately. Mainly because I don't really give a shit. During my absence I realized many other bloggers don't really give a shit either, but they have the insatiable urge to post bullshit. It's like diarrhea of the keyboard.

HEY, LOOK AT THIS SHIT!!!!!

HEY, I TOOK THIS FROM SOMEONE ELSE. LOOK AT IT! ISN'T IT FUCKING AWESOME????

What these people don't realize is that they are losing the fan base of what was once an interesting subject. Sure, your friends will continue to put up with your shit, probably because they're just as shallow, or really, really fucking bored, but the truth of the matter is no one gives a shit. Start a fucking personal blog or better yet just stick to Facebook. Pretty fucking simple, right?

Guess Who's Back. Back Again.

Sassy's back. Tell a friend.