Well, im back from West Palm, the obligatory family visit has concluded rather uneventfully, I saw my new "nephew" I put quotation marks around nephew cause he's not really my nephew. he's my cousin once removed to be more accurate, but because my older cousin and I grew up together, I consider him my nephew. His father and I drank Michelob Celebration vanilla beer, it tasted to me like tree bark but contained 10% alcohol, so I can't conplain, we also split a 6-pack of Budwiser american ale, not bad, but not great. it's also filled with lies seeing as how budwiser isn't exactly an american product anymore. and I dont want my beer lying to me, which is why I don't drink Sam Adams anymore, that man has been dead for over two hundred years, no way he's still brewing ale. suck my dick, boston.
Speaking of people who can suck my dick, everyone in florida who suddenly became Rays fans in the past month and has already subsuquently forgotten they exist over the course of four days. And double fuck you to the twelve people who chuckle to themselves and say "guess you saw the world series and you're a phillies fan now" or something to that extent. listen fucktasters, just because it's common place in this state to like a team for the two weeks they show promise at winning a title and then forgetting all about them, doesnt mean im one of your idiotic mouthbreathing friends or relatives who only pays attention to sports cause that team may win. I'm 20, the last time the phillies won a World Series was 1980, a whole eight years before I was alive, so please, forgive me if im excited that my hometown team trounced a team you pretend you liked inorder to feel better about yourself.
Fuck I hate you.
-Bnew
I've been waiting for this moment all my life, but it's not quite right
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