Embrocate!

Embrocate! You fuckers. I'm as drunk as they get and this is all I can do. Just type. That's it. That's all. Just punch stupid little words into the internetospherothing. Gawwd bless it. So I'm sitting here typing letter after letter and concentrating on each individual key as I type it. And fuck me if it doesn't somehow get easier and easier as I go. And the joy of it is that there is no way in hell that anybody who counts for shit is ever going to read this. Because, let's face it, this is the back end of the blogosphere. This is like living in... Oh shit, I haven't even got the imigination to imagine the remotest fucking point on the planet. Garrrgh. Embrocate! Eat cheese! Have sex! Goodbye.