...and again with the wet asshole...

I'm getting the feeling that maybe I should stop drinking. Every morning I'm waking up and brushing my teeth like I just finished sucking a cock covered in scabies, just to get the hangover-mouth taste to go away.

I'm at work, again, and very tired. I stayed up late drinking wine and watching the shining. Sometimes I'm just too responsible for my own good.

Good God I hate Rehab. As if that damn "last tattoo" song wasn't bad enough, the live performance is fifty times worse. I don't think this fat fuck has hit the right key once. My teeth are about to shatter. I actually met the two rehab guys several years ago at a dive bar in downtown called the Cajun Kitchen. They were complete assholes. I know, you're so surprised, right? Oho! They just reffered to this aural assault on all that is good as "unplugged and intimate". Our broadcasters need to remember how to use our fucking language. This is not "unplugged and intimate", this is "acoustic and terrible." This has nothing to do with my vehement insistance that Rehab sucks, either. They are abysmal performers, even their most dutiful fans admit that.

In conclusion, fuck Rehab.