as the malignant tuba has grown and is now pushing against the snarebellum, the level of retardation at this blog has reached an all time high. like bubble kush kinds of high. as such, i was brought in to instill an element of class, urbanity, and a knowledge of fine wine. i watch "frasier," listen to classical music, and put the comma in the right place when i use quotation marks. i refrain from base language, preferring to use proper terms like "feces" (instead of poop -- aw shit, i said poop. shit. no more swears, promise) and "cunt" (instead of vagina). i come from a house of learned doctors.
but enough about me. how are you? you're probably just getting home from work, pouring yourself a big glass of listerine, and getting ready to beat your wife, or worse, your dog. you sicken me. domestic violence is frowned upon here at the tuba, unless you mean violence against an actual domicile, which is encouraged. usually, the wall/door had it coming.
anyhow, i think i've said enough for someone with nothing to say, and if you've gotten this far, sorry, you're not getting that time back. i have been informed however, that it is customary to leave a musical treat at the end of each post, so i'm sure if you share my distinguished taste, you'll enjoy this:
Wolfgang Gartner - Wolfgang's 5th Symphony (if you can't find it on your own, please leave the internet immediately)
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