NEW LOOK!

Ladies in Gentleman! Welcome to the new design of my blog! (Sorry for anyone who is blind and either has their friend reading this blog to them, or is listening to it on my new "Blog on Tape.")

There's not a whole lot new other then the color scheme and that fucking fancy-ass Poll at the top! Make sure to vote youngsters!

Vote or Die - P Diddy "Elected American Hero"

So this is how it's going to work, from no one, I'm going to be posting a lot more frequent (I know I say that a lot, but this time I fucking mean it!)
But the deal is, ONE PICTURE, ONE STORY.

I'm going to be choosing one my pictures by random and then posting a story about it.

LETS BEGIN:


What the fuck was Japan thinking?! They can't compete with American fast food. Authorities will tell you global warming is the cause of water levels rising, but the truth is Americans are so fat that we're actually sinking the continent into the ocean, its fact.

I bought this heart attack on a small trip. My town doesn't really have any fast food, other then the Micky D's (but that shit is a 30 minute bike ride, and I'm not going that far for a stomach ache). So anyway the name of the resturant is Lotteria. And the box contains, a burger, fries, FRIED CHICKEN, and a soda... which I got ginger ale..

Was it good?

In a word, no. It was the greasiest piece of shit I've stuck in my mouth the past 9 months. The fries were soggy and a tad bit cold, and the salt tasted like carpet findings. The burger was mediocre at best, so mediocre that I've completely forgotten how it tasted. Oh and the chicken, fucking Christ the chicken. The poor thing was so slimy and disgusting. It tasted as if someone had already eaten it, regurgitated it back into the fryer, then the Japo's fed it to me. Fuck ginger ale was a dumb choice.

I immediately felt sick to my stomach. I was walking around with a lead weight in my stomach. A lead weight that was going to find it's way to my rectum and fucking destroy it, then send it to my parent's letting them know that I ate vomit, and that's how I died.

The food was gross, made me want to puke, but it also made me... miss America.

America, my stomach is not ready for you, but my heart is.