Woops! We were too busy blogging to notice!

OOPS! Did we miss something? To herr is human, to forgive is design. We all make mistakes, friends, and your's Eddie is only human (?). Sometimes little things slip past us like those android tears in the spring shower. But better late than never! 602 motherfucking posts? Are you kidding me? Over 100 fucking posts in one month? What the fuck? I'm blogging you so hard you barely have time to blog! Blog that in your blog and blog it you blogging blogger!

It's not personal at all (pt 1n)

Sometimes we say things we don't really mean. Other times teh aliens steal our memory! In the process we are trampling on the ture emotions of others. Oops, you cannot take it back! T3h Ed feels for you, he has been there my frenids! There is nevor any eesy way out. But you are creatif, I'm sure you'll think of something...

Whoops!

Sometimes we make terrible mistakes. These aren't the kind of mistakes that a simple "sorry, I didn't mean it" are going to fix. These are life changing mistakes with serious repercussions that will haunt us and those around us for years to come. Why not just avoid getting yourself into these situations? Because these situations will find you. Good luck!

I feel SO BAD pt 3

Throw your phone away

It's for the best. Why encourage a device that is intended to harass and bother you. Do you want to give the voices in your head an opportunity to justify theirs existence? The phone is the problem and the place to start by getting rid of.

Get used to saying no. You're not a dollar bill to be liked by everyone.

Last Night's Party

10:40 is yet ten minutes too late and twenty minutes too early. The first bad sign is if a speaker explodes during suffocated hope. Something is around, is it Friday the 13th? A favor for Rubbers is returned with a confused stiff view, there's no turntable here Bigwig! Soon appears crystal and a very bad rotation, we did not have an exit strategy when we went in. A move sharply then a telephone! Ooops, that is the smell of an old cigarette that drinks light away.

Bill sawed a hole through the door with a chain saw and sprayed the rifle of assault, the couple on the divan are candidate to a posterior bedroom.

Who does William think he is bullshitting? He flips out, saws down the door, riddles the body with bullets, duck tapes her mouth so the dead girl can’t make noise, wraps wire around her neck to make sure she is dead then burns her. The guy is galactically stupid if he thinks anyone will buy that he does not deserve to die.