So.....I go to the coffee machine this morning. Although I set it up the night before, no coffee. Nope, all I get is a flashing light saying I have to clean the damn thing. What the f***, get the manual, remove part 1 and 2, clean and reinsert. Do ya think that fixed it??? F*** no!! Shit, all I want is a cup of coffee and a smoke. F*** it, I'll have a beer instead, Why is the phone lite flashing...........Jesus, the phone isn't charging. Good, I didn't want to talk to anyone anyway. Sit down with my morning beer [6:30] and turn on the TV. Mother f***** thunderstorm and no reception from the dish. Ok, I'll get on the computer and go to porno land. At least I'll get rid of this stupid hard on. Crap. F***** dialup is taking forever. Ya know, I'm not gettin any younger here. Up the stairs to see [distressed damsel's name withheld]: "Get off me, Asshole." Buy a new phone this afternoon.......So complicated. I can't even get it outta the box. Go to Gmail tonight, 2 hours later, I finally get to write this because every little teenage asshole is on line, crying cus Michael the freak show Jackson died. I hate the techno world you guys have created. I want to bring back the good ole days....You know, hook up the horse to the old buckboard ............................................I'm going to bed. Mother fucker, What time is it? All the clocks are flashing 12:00.
Posted by guest blogger The Right Reverend
*ed note: The Right Reverend has a right foul mouth. I have tried to spare you the worst of it. Send any correspondence to brokenbarn@gmail.com and we will be happy to forward it to the Reverend.
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