Emotional Terrorism

This blog is going to be a cluster fuck of random information that happens to be going through my head. I want to begin away from the main topic and talk about partying. For some reason on the ride home today I began thinking about different party themes. For instance, the "pink party" at MC or wiffleball day. Then I got to thinking of what makes parties really fun. The answer is alcohol. Some would say that a good party needs a lot of pussy. Well pussy is always great but I often find that usually I get far too drunk. And with alcohol you can have fun with anyone, anywhere and find almost anything fun to do. This past weekend myself and two buddies got entirely fucked up and had an absolute blast floating around the pool and golfing and watching transformers high as a kite.

Now onto the title of this blog, emotional terrorism. Women are emotional terrorists. A good friend of mine is going through an ordeal that he should not have to be going through. We'll call him the flying squirrel. Well flying squirrel was engaged to ice mountain. They were a good couple until ice mountain went cold and left the flying squirrel for no reason. Terrorists destroy things, women fuck with your emotions (unless you're really smart and don't get attached), so ipso facto women are emotional terrorists. Bitches. To avoid being a victim of emotional terrorism always hold the power by caring the least. And fuck bitches get money.

On an ending note do not dive head first into a 4 ft pool and stop yourself with your head. Your neck will hurt and you will have a headache.

"Mr. Kline was that your daughter?" "Yes" "Wow she looks like she kissed a freight train." A quote from my uncle when he was in grade school. He was spanked by Mr. Kline for this comment.