What could I possibly write about?
How much it sucks not being able to find work doing what you love?
How much the kids now in days are so self-centered, pretentious, egominiacal cock-suckers with the attention span of a fly on shit?
Or maybe how those greedy, over-fortunate and over-paid writers are complaining about not being able to add even more money to their daily cash bath?
Or how the games of today really, really, really fucking blow, and how I've resorted to finding mods for games I played 8 years ago to help me cope?
How my Lacie 500GB harddrive went bad after only a year of use and I lost almost all the one of a kind footage to make Squarepusher's music video?
How I just spent over 2 grand to build my new comp only to have nothing to play with the exception of Solitaire at 200fps?
How nothing is sacred anymore?
How for some reason every now in then at least once a month my ballsack seems to be extremely big and saggy for no apparent reason other then making teabagging her easier?
Maybe how everything is so over glorified and phony?
How faggots seem to have nothing better to do then take photos of themselves with their $800 cell-phone, doing absolutely nothing but failing to look cool in their avatars?
How we live in a nanny-fascist run country?
Or how I nearly backhanded this bitch for trying to tell me not to smoke?
Or maybe how my car window is fucked up?
Or possibly how you're just a shitty php script and don't exist?

I guess I could post something, but I don't want too. Either way you got me to do it.

Pro 0, God 1.

P.S. I don't think you're funny either.